God is definitely a woman, and she definitely has a sense of humor, a wicked one at that, just take a look immediately around you and a gander at the spinning world in which we all cohabitate.  It’s a hairy place, and heh gang, speaking of hairy, let us discuss, and dialogue about manscaping.  Manscaping, the removal of body hair via scissors, clippers, electric shaver, is an important part of my life, particularly in these warm, muggy months of fading summer 2009.

The omnipotent power that oversees all is a female, explaining male pattern baldness, or what I’ve come to deem the valley of shame.  The fact I have more hair on my legs, arms, and even knuckles then I do on the top of my head is a dark comedic joke.  The punch line is the fact I, or my wife, has to shave me down for public pool, and beach appearances.  I’m getting older, but I still have my pride.  I will not offend the sun -loving masses with the linty rug that is my back.  I’m a hairy man, but a kind, considerate gentleman who does not want to offend young beach goers.

Stella loves shaving me down.  Not.  When and if we relocate to Costa Rica the frequency will increase ten fold.  The painstaking shaving process will no longer be limited to three months, but all twelve will demand some form of manscaping.

For those in need of a full tutorial, or a visual might I suggest clicking on the link below.  A full multi media presentation.  Enjoy. Please make sure to view the how to videos.  Great.

manscaping101

Tomorrow: Boston, Burger King Tears and Tool (The Band)

Resist. Multiply. Shave Down.