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A question for the ladies of the flist, especially the gimpy ones.
For many moons, my pubic hair lay unmolested between my legs, soft and downy. Then, a Romeo came along and convinced me to shave it. I agreed because I thought it would be cleaner, and besides, it was startlingly intimate.
Well, the Romeo is gone, and without him to tend my lawn, it grows wild and lush. In fact, it bears an uncanny resemblance to a Venomous Tentacula and snatches insects from the air and small children from playgrounds. I've beaten back its growth with scissors, but it's not safe; the last thing I need is a clit snip. So, any suggestions on how to tame the beast?
I could put in neat little cornrows. Maybe a topknot. I could open a pube salon with a kitschy name like Haute Cooter or Short and Curlies. The latter could be a unisex pube salon, and guys could get a wash, cut, floof, and powder. Or a ball buff. Can't you imagine Flack in a chair with his manbits under a dryer? Or sectioned off with strips of tinfoil? He could read Sports Illustrated while he waited, Maybe Hammerback could come in for his weekly ass wax, and they could exchange meatball recipes. And when they left, they'd get a gift basket with jock itch powder, scented water in an atomizer, and a loofah.
...Maybe it's just me.
I like my brain.
ETA: And just when I was in a good mood, a reminder from the Internet on why we limpers will never really be allowed to join the human race: What Aspiring Doctors Think of Their Disabled Patients
For many moons, my pubic hair lay unmolested between my legs, soft and downy. Then, a Romeo came along and convinced me to shave it. I agreed because I thought it would be cleaner, and besides, it was startlingly intimate.
Well, the Romeo is gone, and without him to tend my lawn, it grows wild and lush. In fact, it bears an uncanny resemblance to a Venomous Tentacula and snatches insects from the air and small children from playgrounds. I've beaten back its growth with scissors, but it's not safe; the last thing I need is a clit snip. So, any suggestions on how to tame the beast?
I could put in neat little cornrows. Maybe a topknot. I could open a pube salon with a kitschy name like Haute Cooter or Short and Curlies. The latter could be a unisex pube salon, and guys could get a wash, cut, floof, and powder. Or a ball buff. Can't you imagine Flack in a chair with his manbits under a dryer? Or sectioned off with strips of tinfoil? He could read Sports Illustrated while he waited, Maybe Hammerback could come in for his weekly ass wax, and they could exchange meatball recipes. And when they left, they'd get a gift basket with jock itch powder, scented water in an atomizer, and a loofah.
...Maybe it's just me.
I like my brain.
ETA: And just when I was in a good mood, a reminder from the Internet on why we limpers will never really be allowed to join the human race: What Aspiring Doctors Think of Their Disabled Patients
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