Be careful when you trim!

This is why I use an electric razor whenever I shave above the knees and why I am not ashamed to have the furry boxer shorts look.

/cyclist

 

My brother's nickname is Chunk.

I hope he's OK. Oh, wait. He'd never be on a woman's clit.

And that, kids, is irony. (And false because he and his girlfriend will likely become pregnant within the next year, since they're retarded and all.)

 

Funny. One would be surprised how little a nicked scrotum bleeds. Can't speak for an excised chunk, however, for that is a horse of a different color.

 

When I drink, I get pretty philosophical; I start asking questions you'd think about when sober, but never would ask because, well, who cares? (That's why I come here.) One of them was: If you cut your scrotum while shaving, how deep would it have to be to see one of your guys rolling at your feet?

Generally, like usual, people just start drinking and walk away slowly.

 

Damn, dude, it's a scrotum; not a pinata.

 

Travelling through L.A. (go figure), I actually saw a large billboard on a well-travelled street advertising specialized reconstructive surgery for that part of the body. Apparently it's not just for shows on FX or E! anymore.

 

If she had used a butter shave, this wouldn't have happened.

<trying to reach quota of Seinfeld references>

 

Oh, man. I'm cooked.

 

Kramer's on the roof with the butter...oh no!

 

I was looking for: "Technically, you're sauteed."

 

Wait, so you're telling me Woody Widenhoefer lost a chunk of clit?

 

Sorry, I just love the Seinfeld to Newman line. But yeah, the sauteed line is next.