Guy Learns The Hard Way That Covering Your Balls In Hair Removal Cream Will Ruin Your Dignity, Self Respect And Balls



By this point in the Internet’s existence I think it’s safe to say that we all know what happens when you put hair removal cream where it doesn’t belong: burning, itching, panic-induced scrambling for ice cubes, sudden onset of suicidal thoughts, etc. Yet somehow, SOMEHOW, this guy managed to overlook every story there is about how hair removal cream + genitalia = death, and chose to do it anyway.

Just in case you didn’t catch it in the first paragraph, here’s a tip: DON’T PUT HAIR REMOVAL CREAM ON YOUR BALLS. Don’t put it on your dick, don’t put it on your asshole, and please do not eat it (some people have hairy tongues, can’t rule them out!). It will not end pleasantly for you or anyone else who happens to be around to witness the hellish nightmare you’ve thrown yourself into, as this guy who left the following Amazon review on “Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Cream” found out:

‘After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits.

‘Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit of a treat.

‘I ordered it well in advance and, working in the North Sea, I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types…

‘Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was.

‘I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.

‘At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.

‘Religion hadn’t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg.

‘Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.

‘Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen. By this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief.

‘I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned.

‘Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.

‘I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open, trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse.

‘This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.

‘This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.

‘The only solution my pain-crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

‘Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering…’Ooooh, that feels good’.

‘Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream. As I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction.

‘I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status.




Concluding with “So to sum it up: Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect…,” our mystery reviewer rode off into the night on balls of silk, never to be heard from again…that is, until he writes his next review on what happens when you douse yourself in gasoline and try smoking a cigarette.

Protip: don’t do that.

[H/T Metro]