Thursday, July 2, 2009


So a few weeks ago Robin talked me in to getting my back waxed (you can probably guess where I’m going with this)…

I was born a hairy guy (I know, I know… too much information!). I have been saying for years that I need to just go buy some Duct Tape and get rid of it.

Well, Robin was lobbying for me to get it done this summer, although she said she has no problem with my hairiness. We had an hour to waste and were driving around when she saw a nail & waxing spa. Needless to say, she pulled into the parking lot and said, “Today’s the day!”

We walked inside and the girl said, “It won’t hurt… we do it so it won’t hurt.” LIAR!!!! Anyway, it felt like a bazillion needles, no, spikes were being driven into my back with each strip she YANKED off. If it weren’t for the fact that it would probably have hurt even more, I would have curled up in fetal position. This could serve as the new form of “persuasion” for the CIA (instead of waterboarding).

I know… I’m a big sissy. Say what you want… it hurt! But now I’m significantly less hairy. Here’s a picture of the torture in progress… notice me whimpering.IMG_0315

1 comment:

The Herd said...

Listen, eyebrow your back should have really hurt! I am impressed(surprised) you were talked into it!!