Saturday, July 19, 2008


Queer Eye for the Straight Guy told me long ago that I should trim my body hair. And I believed them. They never mentioned the hour-and-a-half time commitment, though. Man, I'm hairy. It takes forever, and I hate it. But when the boy becomes engrossed in pulling on the chest hair poking over the top of my shirt collar, it's time. Bonus fun: I never feel quite so gigantic as when I'm measuring my entire surface area by a two-inch swath.

1 comment:

anniemcq said...

don't know how I missed this. But, anyway, uh, OW!

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