Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. In my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass cheeks sliding past each other with every step. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty I now have a great respect for anal-hair. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. 'There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!' by some idiot system tech. 'Looks like a good day for a drive!' by JFK. 'How many Indians could there be?' said by General Custer. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. 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.

I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. 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. 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 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 butt hair dwelling. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass cheeks. No, I was not constipated this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting. Stolen bikes belong in local subreddits.Showing off Bikes or Gear? Click Here Looking for purchase advice? Click Here /r/motorcycles stickers

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