I discovered a new hobby thanks to my fellow idiots: reading product reviews!
Veet you sick B****rds.........Why?????
1 May 2012 By Broken Man
Having carefully read the reviews here, I felt everyone had overreacted and went about purchasing three tubes of what I considered to be nothing more than a mildly aggressive moisturiser. Pleased with my bravery I rushed home and duly went about slathering this "cream" over my marvellous pendulous orbs and sat back for 15 minutes to allow it to work its magic on my Johnson mane which I'm told bares a close resemblance to Clarkson's barnet from the early nineties.
Now and only now do I fully understand the comparisons to Napalm, hot magma and nuclear waste............the temperature rose from what was initially a mild sauté, to a less bearable roasting and culminated in what felt like a deep fry in Mount Etna's core. At this fiery stage I took what I thought was the right action and jumped into the shower to remove Satan's tears off my now weeping unit................big mistake. The chemical reaction was akin to a weapons test using thermite and my once glorious topiary slid off in one clean section, burnt through the floor and into my living room where my unsuspecting wife thought she was being attacked by a smouldering ferret.
Worse was still to come as my Jacobs swelled to the size and appearance of a pair of basketball as a result of my `baby batter' cooking under the intense and relentless heat and forming Yorkshire puddings, with proportions that would make Ramsey & Oliver jealous. 8 months later and the doctors have helped my mobility by crafting a sack sling from a pair of woks and on a positive note Aunt Bessie is keen to discuss a lucrative advertising campaign.