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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Manscaping: The Aftermath

Note to self: clip guards are always recommended.




"Wholesome" fix: I have to admit that I'd most likely have to ditch the entire manscaping installment. This one may be too disturbing for a daily newspaper—you know, as compared to all those wholesome news stories about grisly murders, rapes, baby-torturing and blurred Britney Spears crotch-shots. But if I could keep this Sunday one, I'd—OH WHO AM I KIDDING? The hair! The blood! It would never make it. I'd replace it with Jim dancing as a member of a boy band.

Okay, maybe—just maybe—I'd reverse the view. Jim (wearing a towel) and Lyn are outside the bathroom looking in through the door that is floor to ceiling hair. Like a closet of curls.