Shaving habits

I only shave my face, but I'm more than likely going to shave my head this friday because my hair is PISSING MY OFF (and at the rate it's falling off I'll be bald soon anyway haha).
 
i shave fuck all

use a trimmer for face bits about once every 2-4 weeks
i look like a tramp
I used to use hair trimmers intended for dogs for this purpose
in fact I used those to shave my head jan 1st 2004
took off arse length dreads and haven't cut my hair since
now starting to look like a hippy bastard again
 
thinking to shave my balls tomorrow ... getting damn hot already in NYC ... fucking almost 90 degrees out today in mid April ... WTF?
 
I make an effort to shave every night before sleep. Beard grows fast and heavy. I have stubble all the way up to just under my lower eyelids. It's ridiculous. So, yeah, I also shave other parts at random intervals. The wife has never complained about anything but I figure if she waxes, then the least I can do is trim my own bush down a bit. I dunno about this ball-shaving business though. Sounds like a really bad idea.
In the meantime, I'm considering shaving my chest for like the 3rd time in my entire life. I dunno. I'm sick and tired of cleaning up the bathroom after taking off my shirt or whatever but then again, it itches like hell unless you maintain it constantly.
 
When I have to shave I get terrible ingrown hairs that last for a week, so I have to use moisterizor on my face, then before I go to bed I have to wash my face. I dislike it. That's why I have a beard when I'm at school, and not at work. Plus beards + long hair + looking like a homeless man = ace.
 
Reign in Acai said:
I only shave a centimeter's worth of hair on my upper chest region, this is to prevent the 4 or 5 hairs in the area from escaping the confines of my clothing and sticking out of the shirt in the manner of some uncooth Tennesee minute man.

I can come nowhere close to growing a lumberjack beard. Hair only grows on the lower chin and the sideburn area. :erk:
first paragraph = same here
second paragraph = youre gay
 
swizzlenuts said:
ISU =/= Iowa. I go to ISU.... but we still suck.
dude huh? You know Iowa got beat by unranked Indiana University saturday right? I just remember you saying how Iowa kicked ass. I dunno anything about ISU. Never even heard of em.
 
dorian gray said:
dude huh? You know Iowa got beat by unranked Indiana University saturday right? I just remember you saying how Iowa kicked ass. I dunno anything about ISU. Never even heard of em.
Iowa State University. I know Iowa got their asses kicked, kind of funny actually.
 
You know you suck when Rutgers is ranked higher than you. Rutgers is up to SIXFUCKINGTEEN in the BCS standings after beating the living shit out of Navy 34 - 0.
 
When I had that biopsy on my leg last week the doctor shaved around the area he was about to biopsy but only JUST around that very area, not even the slightest bit beyond. So after he was done and I was sewn up, you couldn't even tell I'd been shaved. The guy manged to pull my hair a bunch while he was working down there too and I could feel it despite the localized anesthesia.

Now I have to change the dressing on the wound twice a day and it wasn't sticking to my flesh like it should have because of the hair. so I shaved just around the area that the first-aid tape would be sticking. Now I have a weird, hairy, rectangular patch on my leg. Also the bruising seems confined to this rectangle so it makes it look even more odd.

Edit: If this isn't proof that I'm the single worst poster on this forum, I don't know what is.
 
I have a 5 inch long, 1 inch wide scar on my leg from a biopsy gone awry. I have never seen so much incompetence in all my days. Doctors just arent as bright as you'de expect them to be, really they aren't. In long lost times of splendor , I was a wee lad, with thighs of thunder, and a heart of gold. Only a small circular cyst stood in my way of becoming a leg model. Quite naturally this was a grave ordeal to me, and those feelings of despair were magnified by the hands of a doctor who did not know how to use local anaesthetic, let alone properly suture a wound. So I layed there on that cold dreary table, with dread in my heart, and lifelessness in my hips. These hips don't lie! My tale of macabre was underway, as layers of flesh from bone were set asunder, in the same manner one would wish of Cara DeAngelis' paintings at the hands of a vandal with good taste. My limb was cauterized with wreckless abandon, as I whimpered like Dorian Gray on a snowy day. There was no remorse.

Several days later the 19 staples that called my appendage home were setting themselves free. Picture them as negars who were bound by shoddy chains. One after another, plof, plef, ping. I sat on the toilet, seat down, bracing what was once a cash cow enterprise, now nothing more than a disheveled dupe of a doctor's unknown disdain. I have yet to recover full sensation in the area, with all hope of it returning as probable as Tila Tequila finding her baby's father.
 
Reign in Acai said:
Several days later the 19 staples that called my appendage home were setting themselves free.

One of my stitches already broke and I've been as careful as possible because I just don't trust stitches. I had 3 in my chest as a kid and they broke open twice and once was when I was just sitting still in class. Blood started trailing down my torso so I just held my shirt out so it wouldn't stain it and nobody could tell. I finally got home at the end of the day and the trail of blood went right down to my pants. I calmly walked up to my Mom and showed her all the blood on my pants and told her we needed to go to the doctor.