为神马不能刮肛毛？笑了我抽筋了# Joke - 肚皮舞运动
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千万！不要！刮！ 你的肛毛！！！！
最近我犯下了人生中最大的一个错误！！！！
现在把经验告诉大家，希望大家能从中吸取教训！！！
这一切都要从我拉便便的问题开始说起！！！
不，你想错了，实际上，我并没有便秘！！！
只是在技术上的排便问题而已！！
我的肛毛太长太浓密了，每次拉便便总有一些沾在毛上面！！！
这些残便粘的很牢，这让我非常不爽！！！！！！
我必须用纸清理我的肛毛！！！
但这是个技术活！！！
因为看不见我的屁屁，清理肛毛的时候经常会把屁屁其他地方弄脏！！
还有一个方法是用很多纸把整个屁股仔细擦一遍！！！！
这样做的后果是纸用得太多我家马桶经常会被厕纸堵住！！！！
这个问题困扰我很久！！！！！
经过深思熟虑以后，我想到了一个好点子！！！！
这是老子的屁股老子的肛毛！！！我的地盘我做主！！！！
为什么不把肛毛刮了呢????
这样我的大便不就可以流畅排放了吗！！！！
我脑子里不禁浮现出金黄色的啤酒从酒桶里潺潺流出的美丽景象！！！！！
但后来的事实证明，这是一个非常错误的傻B想法！！！
那天晚上，我坐在毛巾上，开始用廉价的一次性剃刀刮我的肛毛！！！！
我要小心翼翼地把屁股分开，从屁眼到臀部，从内向外刮！！！！
时不时的我还要用毛巾清理刀片上的毛！！！！
还有沾在刀片上面的不明粘液！！
渐渐的，我的屁股和屁沟，就像小宝宝那样光滑细嫩了！！！
终于完成了！！！我放下剃刀，开始检查我的成果！！！！
哦耶！！！！我整个屁股现在就像象牙一般光滑！！！
感觉真是小！！清！！新！！！！
我的烦恼再也没有了！！！
望着毛巾上剃下来的那堆毛，我欣慰而自豪地地笑了！！！
但我后来才知道，这个世界上的所有事物，都有它存在的原因！！！！！
失去以后才懂得珍惜！！！当刮掉肛毛以后！！！！我才感受到肛毛的宝贵！！！！
刮完肛毛的第二天,是一个阳光明媚的日子！！！
我高高兴兴地唱着歌儿去上学了！！！
爬了几个楼梯以后我开始出汗！！！然后觉得有点不对劲！！！！
因为没有肛毛！！！屁股上的汗都留到屁眼那里去了！！！
我下面都湿透了！！！！
走路的时候我的两瓣屁股因为汗液而滑来滑去！！！！
本来我想去厕所弄干，但是要上课来不及了！！！
只能等它自然晾干！！！！
没想到！！！屁股晾干以后，屁眼附近却留下了一层大便一样残留物！！
把我的屁股都粘在一起了！！！
最坑爹的是！！！屁眼开始痒了！！！
我艹！！就好象一万只蚂蚁在屁股上爬来爬去！！！！
我很想把手伸到裤子里去抓我的屁股！！！！好好爽一下！！！
但是旁边人太多！！！我忍住了！！！！
就这样我一路跑回了宿舍！！！
不幸的是，因为是跑回来的，我又开始出汗了！！！
我的屁股又开始滑来滑去！！！
于是！！！我脱下裤子，拿出了电风扇！！！！
把屁股对准电风扇，准备吹干！！！
但是！！！当我掰开我的两瓣屁股以后！！！
从我的胯间！！！猛烈地散发出！！！！
一！！股！！！恶！！！臭！！！
味道散发得很快！！！
附近的狗，马上开始汪汪狂叫了！！！
我自己最惨了！！！！
大便的恶臭一出来，就被电风扇吹到了我的脸上！！！
我都快吐了！！！
更没想到的是，掰开没一会，我的屁股开始流汤了！！！！
我掰着屁股吹着风扇，感受着自己大便味道的风吹拂在脸上！！
心里涌起了一股淡淡的悲伤！！！！
他妈的，看来老子要这样过几个星期了！！！
直到新的肛毛长出来为止！！！我艹！！！！
没过多久，我又发现了肛毛另一个重要的作用！！！
我想要放屁！！！但是放不出来！！！
没有肛毛以后！！！屁眼闭合得很紧！！！就好象真空包装那样！！！
就这样屁放不出来，在我屁股里窜来窜去！！！
像一只迷了路的老鼠！！！
更糟糕的还在后面！！
过了几天！！又粗又硬的肛毛茬长出来了！！！！
想象一下你屁眼坐在钉板上的感觉吧！！！！
有时候，我望着窗外沉思，为什么我不跳下去呢！！！！！
摔成一个肉饼也比受这样的折磨好得多啊！！！
所以说！！！！
我亲爱的朋友们！！！！
千！万！不！要！刮！肛！毛！啊！
STOP! Before you do, read this. You may change your mind.
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all
though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many
things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this
was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
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 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 somepaper
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 idiot 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 ass of hair. Occasionally
, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, 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 babe. Finally, I wiped the razor
one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of
hair. My ass 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 poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish.
When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy
sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started
to itch. God-DAMN, 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, 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 ass 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 poop/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 ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the
concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop
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 ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for
ass-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 ass 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 ASS-HAIR!
千万！不要！刮！ 你的肛毛！！！！
最近我犯下了人生中最大的一个错误！！！！
现在把经验告诉大家，希望大家能从中吸取教训！！！
这一切都要从我拉便便的问题开始说起！！！
不，你想错了，实际上，我并没有便秘！！！
只是在技术上的排便问题而已！！
我的肛毛太长太浓密了，每次拉便便总有一些沾在毛上面！！！
这些残便粘的很牢，这让我非常不爽！！！！！！
我必须用纸清理我的肛毛！！！
但这是个技术活！！！
因为看不见我的屁屁，清理肛毛的时候经常会把屁屁其他地方弄脏！！
还有一个方法是用很多纸把整个屁股仔细擦一遍！！！！
这样做的后果是纸用得太多我家马桶经常会被厕纸堵住！！！！
这个问题困扰我很久！！！！！
经过深思熟虑以后，我想到了一个好点子！！！！
这是老子的屁股老子的肛毛！！！我的地盘我做主！！！！
为什么不把肛毛刮了呢????
这样我的大便不就可以流畅排放了吗！！！！
我脑子里不禁浮现出金黄色的啤酒从酒桶里潺潺流出的美丽景象！！！！！
但后来的事实证明，这是一个非常错误的傻B想法！！！
那天晚上，我坐在毛巾上，开始用廉价的一次性剃刀刮我的肛毛！！！！
我要小心翼翼地把屁股分开，从屁眼到臀部，从内向外刮！！！！
时不时的我还要用毛巾清理刀片上的毛！！！！
还有沾在刀片上面的不明粘液！！
渐渐的，我的屁股和屁沟，就像小宝宝那样光滑细嫩了！！！
终于完成了！！！我放下剃刀，开始检查我的成果！！！！
哦耶！！！！我整个屁股现在就像象牙一般光滑！！！
感觉真是小！！清！！新！！！！
我的烦恼再也没有了！！！
望着毛巾上剃下来的那堆毛，我欣慰而自豪地地笑了！！！
但我后来才知道，这个世界上的所有事物，都有它存在的原因！！！！！
失去以后才懂得珍惜！！！当刮掉肛毛以后！！！！我才感受到肛毛的宝贵！！！！
刮完肛毛的第二天,是一个阳光明媚的日子！！！
我高高兴兴地唱着歌儿去上学了！！！
爬了几个楼梯以后我开始出汗！！！然后觉得有点不对劲！！！！
因为没有肛毛！！！屁股上的汗都留到屁眼那里去了！！！
我下面都湿透了！！！！
走路的时候我的两瓣屁股因为汗液而滑来滑去！！！！
本来我想去厕所弄干，但是要上课来不及了！！！
只能等它自然晾干！！！！
没想到！！！屁股晾干以后，屁眼附近却留下了一层大便一样残留物！！
把我的屁股都粘在一起了！！！
最坑爹的是！！！屁眼开始痒了！！！
我艹！！就好象一万只蚂蚁在屁股上爬来爬去！！！！
我很想把手伸到裤子里去抓我的屁股！！！！好好爽一下！！！
但是旁边人太多！！！我忍住了！！！！
就这样我一路跑回了宿舍！！！
不幸的是，因为是跑回来的，我又开始出汗了！！！
我的屁股又开始滑来滑去！！！
于是！！！我脱下裤子，拿出了电风扇！！！！
把屁股对准电风扇，准备吹干！！！
但是！！！当我掰开我的两瓣屁股以后！！！
从我的胯间！！！猛烈地散发出！！！！
一！！股！！！恶！！！臭！！！
味道散发得很快！！！
附近的狗，马上开始汪汪狂叫了！！！
我自己最惨了！！！！
大便的恶臭一出来，就被电风扇吹到了我的脸上！！！
我都快吐了！！！
更没想到的是，掰开没一会，我的屁股开始流汤了！！！！
我掰着屁股吹着风扇，感受着自己大便味道的风吹拂在脸上！！
心里涌起了一股淡淡的悲伤！！！！
他妈的，看来老子要这样过几个星期了！！！
直到新的肛毛长出来为止！！！我艹！！！！
没过多久，我又发现了肛毛另一个重要的作用！！！
我想要放屁！！！但是放不出来！！！
没有肛毛以后！！！屁眼闭合得很紧！！！就好象真空包装那样！！！
就这样屁放不出来，在我屁股里窜来窜去！！！
像一只迷了路的老鼠！！！
更糟糕的还在后面！！
过了几天！！又粗又硬的肛毛茬长出来了！！！！
想象一下你屁眼坐在钉板上的感觉吧！！！！
有时候，我望着窗外沉思，为什么我不跳下去呢！！！！！
摔成一个肉饼也比受这样的折磨好得多啊！！！
所以说！！！！
我亲爱的朋友们！！！！
千！万！不！要！刮！肛！毛！啊！
STOP! Before you do, read this. You may change your mind.
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all
though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many
things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this
was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
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 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 somepaper
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 idiot 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 ass of hair. Occasionally
, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, 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 babe. Finally, I wiped the razor
one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of
hair. My ass 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 poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish.
When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy
sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started
to itch. God-DAMN, 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, 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 ass 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 poop/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 ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the
concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop
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 ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for
ass-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 ass 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 ASS-HAIR!
