I have no idea, but something about it tells me no.

Redness of the beet hue I imagine. It would be sooo painful, too. Tamar, if you've ever had your legs waxed how could you even ask that question?

never had my legs waxed, and other places I have waxed (which I would think would be pretty darn high on the sensitive scale) aren't so bad- it pinches and then it's over.

I'm not suggesting this for you Ron, I'm just curious as to why this has never been a possibility for men. Don't women get their lips and eyebrows waxed without any problems?

I assume you've tried obvious strategies like using an oil before applying soap?

Nads

(Name is apparently less funny in Australia)

There is a section on their site "For Men".

Disclaimer: never used this

Fly

You and Yvonne should have "Things I explicitly told my students that they should not do that the fuckwits subsequently did" thread where you could compare notes.

I think you'll like Stomp Tokyo's snarky take on it.

Nads Infomercial

If you mean scrotum/testicles, then yes it means the same thing.

The neighbor just set up an electric fence (after they ate all the buds off his rose bushes), which means we get twice as many visits. I think this means we'll have to set one up too - I wonder what they would think if they knew they've started an arms race.

But we are closing in on whoever is feeding them. The super (constantly intoxicated guy from down the block, who worries me when he's handling power tools), identified him as being someone from the next building.

In the park behind our flat we have an enormous flock of pigeons that fly in circles every morning and finally settle at the west end of the green. I've finally figured out why, there is a man who comes and feeds them HUGE bags of bread every morning at like 8:00. I want to tell him to STOP THIS doesn't he know that pigeons are just rats with wings?

Except that he is this little old man who always comes immaculately dressed and I have to wonder about all the trouble he's gone through to get bread and come to the little park to feed the pigeons and my imagination goes into overdrive about how this may be his one pleasure of the day....

So I just watch him from our balcony while I'm drinking my coffee feeling like a wimp because I can't say anything.

You strike me as a bit of a Rainbow Room gal. Well, at least when it was in its prime.

Eyebrows likes to dance, eh?

The suburb? The tournament? Both seem fairly pointless to me, but I thought I'd check...

clb

How did my clients get your number?

Not my number, her number.

Don't know but please tell them to stop calling

Somedays it's so hard down here. I have seen some truly extraordinary images of life on the streets. Open hardcore drug usage. Public defecation. People having sex in refrigerator boxes. Around the corner from the cafe is a lingerie shop with manequins outfitted in all sorts of frivolous underthings. The other morning as I was heading into work, I saw a man kneeling in front of the display window, licking it. On the other side directly in front was the bottom half of a torso clad in a g-string. The guy was going down on a mannequin through the window.
When I stopped and asked what he was doing, he looked at me very honestly and said,"it's been a long time since I had any." I said "me too brother" and went on my way...

The suburb. (And by association everything else.)

A strong image, well-described. You can't make this stuff up.

I'm thinking this should have been posted under the surrealism of everyday (well, hopefully not everyday) life.

Not any more. They're the MK Dons now

I could start a whole thread about this, but I'm not going to!