I just read this on another forum

Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to alt.tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble sh_ting.

No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ****-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some ***** system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my **** of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My **** was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know.

I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.

Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic sh_t- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky sh_t/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-****, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.

Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my **** off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering sh_t/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my **** cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own sh_t blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."

Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my **** at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ****-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.

As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your **** having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR @SS-HAIR!

Could put a pad in there, you know, like a "woman" pad.

hahahahahahaha.

FAIL!

well, being a man of the hair (on the a$$) i have thought of ridding it many times. thank you for helping me realise never to do that.

I still don't get how you can get a fucking turd stuck in your ****-hair.

Look at cows...

I try to NEVER look at cows that way :sick: hamburgers would never taste the same again

LMAO!!!

grow some a$$ hair and get back to us with the answer to your own question.

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!wow amazing story.......

That is way too funny....

So what happens when your **** vapor locks? Is it a health hazard? Could these pockets of trapped gas spontaneously combust?

oh my g0d that $hit made me laugh so hard my eyes started watering and my lungs began to hurt. its not that i totally agree with him, but the way he worded the story was hilarious.
Bic razors= 99 cents.
replace towel= 3 dollars.
learning that shaving your rectal crevice is a bad idea= priceless.

if there is a next time remember to use some antiperspirant (remember to mark it so you don't accidentally put your boo goo in your armpits) its a contacting fleshy area just like your armpits, only this fleshy area has a chocolate blossom in the middle. to avoid the battle of double stubble, you keep shaving, or use wax. wax hurts like hell to do it, but the hair grows back with soft ends, not sharp points like when you shave. i shave most of my body because if i don't i look like a short fat version of Robin Williams..... YIKES!!!!!!! i'd rather look like atall fat version of a bowling ball than that. LOL