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12-05-2012, 03:27 PM
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| So Fucking Banned Poster Rank:1967 Male, last I checked. Join Date: May 2012 Posts: 255 Mentioned: 2 Post(s) Quoted: 18 Post(s)
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Re: Crazy Ingrown Hair On Face
I wish he would have wiped the damned tweezers off a few times and then shown us the clump of hair/sebum/whatever at the end...but since I can't instruct people one how best to please me with their crazy bodies-are-gross videos, I'll just sit back and watch it again. |
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12-06-2012, 08:06 AM
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Re: Crazy Ingrown Hair On Face
that is freaky freaky weird. maybe his hair needs gps? makes one wonder if he hadn't pulled it out exactly how long it would have continued to grow in there and how big the clump would have gotten. with all the weird things i've seen in here, i'm surprised no one (at least that we know of) has been born with some type of syndrome or defect that their hair follicles point the wrong way or is off whack and all of their hairs on their body are ingrown. he found it nearly impoosible to move his bowels, although there was little food he could even get down. it was an effort to move at all. the hair had been slowly growing inward and twining itself around his muscles, his intestines, his heart and lungs slowly choking his innards off just as the hair growing in his throat was choking him. he could no longer listen to his mothers strict warning,"don't never ever drink Nair". his hair was slowly killing him and he no longer was willing to be an easy fightless victim in this battle. he was going to fight the killer hairs and take down as many as he could, even it it cost him his own life which he knew it would. armed with a case of nair and some lemons for a twist, he sat down on the toilet seat and opened the first bottle. "not yet" he thought. first he would do something that he was always afraid of doing. with much effort, he moved himself into the living room and pulled his grandmothers favorite CD out of the cabinet. to her it was a remnant of the past gone by, memories of her youth and better days. to him it would be a horror flick, one that he always was sure would cause him blood chilling nightmares if he were to watch it. but he wasn't planning on dreaming tonight. his cocktail bottles and lemons would be in the bathroom, patiently awaiting their consuption. (not an original video but shortest clip i could find. and sorry, i apologize for this post but it was more than i could resist not posting. after all you really didn't have to read it now did you?) |