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[Astarael]

That is quite disturbing, Kitty. Most guys I know freak out at the thought of someone touching their manly leg hair.

[Kitty]

I've gotten use to the fact that my dad shaves. But I was disturbed at first Acctually my ex boyfriend shaved his legs once or twice (hopefully now more than that) as far as I know. I was disturbed by that too, mostly because I was worried that he'd have the smooth shaven legs in the relationship !! (never did figure out why he wanted to shave his legs....)

[Usurper MrTeapot]

I waxed a segment of my leg. I used to shave that little bit but waxing made it all smooth.

[Moosh]

I've got inch long hairs running up and down my legs. I have hair everywhere.

Pah, amature. My leg hairs are at least two inches long.

/spam

[Kitty]

I keep wearing skirts and not shaving. I have a nice fuzz on my legs now, which I just cover up with a pair of legwarmers made from the sleeves of old sweaters....
Mmm ^^ Fuzzy legs.

[Righteous]

My brother's legs and ass are gnarly hairy. He was paid ten bucks to shave his ass. First he had to shave one cheek and spend the next day having our friends compare cheeks. It was a disturbing comparison. That night, he shaved the other one. Matt never paid him the ten bucks. The hair grew back even gnarlier.

My brother shaves his junk habitually. He says it's like that of a ten-year-old boy. In contrast with the rest of him, it must be a disturbing sight.

On New Year's Eve my girlfriend was having problems getting wet, so yeah. After two painful failed attempts, the One Eyed, One Horned Flying Purple Virgin Buster was sore for about an hour.

I have a friend who likes the following: Getting hit in the nuts, getting bitten while his girlfriend is going down on him, boning his girlfriend while she's in knee socks, slapping his girlfriend on her face and ass, pulling his girlfriend's hair, giving/recieving grnarly hickies and bites and a mess of other things he tried to tell me about while I had my hands on my ears shouting "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!"

My girlfriend thinks my sexuality is weird. I think her sexuality is weird. This is an odd paradox.

[{Gothic Angel}]

How so? Ironic maybe, paradoxical, no

[Righteous]

According to a buddy of mine, neither; it's just sad.

[Righteous]

My brother woke my sick ass up the other night saying, "Bro, where's your stash of condoms? I need to borrow one."

[Calantyr]

A few times when I thought I was getting a bit too hairy I've simply got some of my (many) lighters out and just burnt as much body hair as I could away.

I like hygiene and I like fire. A match made in heaven.

Got to be really careful in places though. You really don't want certain areas getting sore.

Edit: Can't remember if I posted this before... but oh well.

Few weeks back I was eating some raisen cake. Yumtastical, you may well think!

However some went down the wrong hole and I ended up coughing a load up my nose.

For the next few hours I could smell nothing but cake. When I'd sniff I'd get crumbs in my mouth. It was awful.

Then at some point I sneezed and a huge raisen shot out of my nose into my tissue.

I was tempted to eat the bugger just to spite it.

[Phyllis]

But...Calantyr...burning hair smells really really bad!

Maybe you couldn't tell because your nose was damaged from the cake

[Righteous]

Something similar happened to my brother. He, two of our friends and I were at Taco Bell and he was eating a grilled stuffed burrito. At one point, one of our friends said something akin to "that's asposta happen." It was dead silent until our other friend said, "...Asposta?" For some reason, my brother thought that was hilarious and in mid-bite, began laughing. A piece of his burrito got lodged in his nasal cavity ("I had a piece of grilled stuffed burrito stuck in my face!"). After several attempts to get it out, he finally coughed up a piece about the sice or a marble.

[Astarael]

Burning off body hair sounds like an interesting alternative to shaving, but it would smell bad, it would take longer, and I'd probably give myself some horrible burns.
One of my fingernail clippings somehow wound up in my popcorn and I ended up chewing on it absent-mindedly for a few minutes, thinking it was part of a kernel. I accidentally swallowed one bit with the popcorn after I bit it in half and didn't notice until I pulled the rest out to examine the stubborn piece of supposed kernel. At least I keep my nails clean enough that it probably wasn't toxic.

[Kitty]

Calantyr reminded me of this story my ex was telling me about one time he got really really drunk, and I guess he was stumbling around and acting stupid and his friends started to get worried (this is after waaayyyy too much to drink.... great time to say 'hey, stop' blargh) at any rate, they tried to ge him to drink some water and eat something, but he refused, instead he found a bottle of syrup (maple flavored....) and started drinking that. I suppose at one point or another he was laughing and got some out his nose....

At any rate, the next day he was hanging with his friends again and he keeps smelling maple syrup, and he's like "What smells like syrup?" apparently not remembering the night before, so one of his friends went over and sniffed his nose and burst out laughing because his nose apparently still had syrup in it....

These stories make me realize how I really never want to be drunk.

[Astarael]

^seconds
Embaressing drunk stories never stop following you. There's always one drinking buddy who was sober enough to know what was happening.

[Calantyr]

But some of us never learn...

[Kitty]

Ah, see I do stupid things without being drunk. I get giggly on air sometimes, and well, the bad thing is, I can remember what I did....

[Astarael]

I somehow wound up with earwax residue and rubbing alcohol all over my neck when I sneezed whilst trying to use the rubbing alcohol to clean my ears out, and some wound up on the mirror. Curse winter and my sodding inconvenient sniffles.

[Kitty]

I've never owned more than two bra's at a time.

I'm down to one thats way too small (the cup ends at the nipple) and one that would be perfect if only it hadn't gotten crushed at some point in time (one of thoes formed cup things....) I also have another one (I'm not counting this one because I cant really wear it with anything) that I got just because it was asthetically pleasing. It has crazy stitching on it that shows through shirts, and a zipper down the front. I'm allergic to the zipper.

I think its time to ask mummeh to take me out bra shopping =( *dread*

[Daria]

My mother took me to get "fitted" for a bra when I was 14.
Having some old woman measure you, whilst being so god damn self conscious (as most teenage girls are) is awful.

Saying that, she did find me a bra which fitted really well...

[Kitty]

My brother has a friend who works at victoria secret (who I'm totally not intrested in....) but he's trained to do fittings ;P
I think it would be rather funny to walk in there and say "Hi Mo! I need bras!"

[Astarael]

My mother took me to get "fitted" for a bra when I was 14.
Having some old woman measure you, whilst being so god damn self conscious (as most teenage girls are) is awful.

Saying that, she did find me a bra which fitted really well...

About the same for my first bra shopping trip. I was so embaressed when this pretty college-age girl walked in to measure me, but the bra I got in the end did fit pretty well. Mind you, she stayed in there and kept tugging the bottom of them to see if they were tight enough. Since then, I've refused to have anyone else in the stall and all my recent bras have fit well enough.

[Phyllis]

I didn't get measured for my first bra. I've never been measured professionally. Not because I'm afraid of it or anything...I've just never seen it offered in shops near me (middle of nowhere, remember).

I just grabbed some various sized I thought might fit me, tried them on, and went with the one that fit best. The end.

The shopping for bras is probably the least traumatic thing I dealt with when I was a teenager as far as boob stuff goes. But maybe that's because when I was 10 my mom just sort of took it upon herself to say I needed one and took me...then took me for new ones whenever I needed without me having to bring it up ever that I remember.

More traumatic was that the only other girl in my class who even wore one had been held back a year. It was a very novel thing when I was that age. So all the guys would pat me on the back, say something about how I'd done something well in PE or some such nonsense, then snerk to each other cause they felt my bra strap. That part I remember hating, and I think it's when I developed really bad posture in an attempt to hide them.

But actual bra shopping...what's the big deal? It's not like your mom doesn't need bras too (most likely, anyway...if you live with just your dad, that's another story). I remember being mortified when I got my period for the first time at my great grandmother's house, but she just laughed at me and said she'd gone through more years of that than she cared to think about. Even that wasn't traumatic, after I actually told her and stopped worrying about it.

And as far as people measuring you...again, so what? They do that all day and probably won't even remember you tomorrow. It's like being naked in front of a doctor (though it IS a little weird to be having a pap smear done and the doctor and nurse are so nonchalant that they're discussing the scanner he got his wife for her birthday, or he strikes up a conversation with you about your major during the breast exam). In the end it's only a big deal if you make it that way.

[trunks_girl26]

My brother has a friend who works at victoria secret (who I'm totally not intrested in....) but he's trained to do fittings ;P
I think it would be rather funny to walk in there and say "Hi Mo! I need bras!"

See, I'm not able to shop at Victora's Secret, because they don't carry my cup size......

[little_bear]

I just finished a packet of Salt and Vinegar crisps (Walkers, no less). During mid-eating, I dropped a crisp onto the bare glans of my penis (I was naked at the time; still am). Thankfully, I had just bathed, so my penis was clean. I picked up the crisp and ate it. However, the excrutiating pain as salt met penis was almost too much to bear. I was writhing around for a good while before resuming my crisp eating.