…Oh The Shame!

Yeah, I did promise to put up a product review I came across on Amazon.co.uk while trying to unwind last Wednesday night. I honestly thought it was going to be the very regular kind of review but I was soooo wrong!

I do not want to give away so much as I’d want you to form an unbiased opinion about it. The review is about a very popular hair removal product – Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Cream. Errmmm…don’t ask me what I was doing reading a review about a product meant for men, just read on hoping it makes your day as it did mine!

Here it goes…

Customer Review
1,323 of 1,343 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Oh the shame…., 3 July 2012
This review is from: Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Creme 200 ml (Personal Care)

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit of a treat.

I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types…oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.

At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn’t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .

Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it’s way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it’s engines behind me.

This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering…” Ooooh that feels good “. Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect…:)


Well, I don’t know about you but by the time I was done reading this, what I was doing was far from just laughing…. This was me howling and crying, reeling with laughter that must have annoyed my over zealous neighbour in the apartment below mine. I couldn’t help but create vivid imaginations of all the scenarios described above. I shared it with a colleague at work yesterday and he was uncontrollably hysterical!

Hope you found the review useful?…lol! Do have a Veet-free weekend! 😀 😉



20 thoughts on “…Oh The Shame!

  1. Carmen Banks says:

    I nearly wet myself reading this on d bus…OMG!Hilarious or what!!I am still grinning from ear to ear,my cheeks are aching so badly I can’t comprehend.

    Nubian baby,u av killi me o lol.Wonderful!What a fantastic start to my weekend.lov lov lov it!Well done babes.

  2. phuncare says:

    You can’t believe where I opened this review @ a client’s place!!! Now she’s gon’ doubt my sanity *sad face*. I thought I was watching a veet-mock commercial *rotflmho*…..Now I’m sure NW is BACK!!!

  3. This review is so… 😡 but wait oh, which Naija guy go use Robb do lubrication fa? May danglies get forest, it’s a good sontin, u neva hear say facial hair na the thing now? So amma grow some down there, make a statement.

    By the way, what were you doing checking this review? And don’t invoke stumbleupon oo. I sure say this was a precise search for a specific need… #okbye, runs away.

  4. itune005 says:

    Hmmmm….u knw one thing that amazes me after laffin is How in the world and what leading you got that made u go click veet men’s review cos its funny..LOOL infact..kai!!!poor unfortunate soul..#still laffin#i wonder how he must have looked wit his wife catching him in such an act and then he farts d sprout..hahaha. say no more

  5. oh my gosh!!!! I haven’t laughed this hard in a long while…poor dude, I bet he’d never think of surprising the missus this way ever again…but wait o, are u telling me they still plan to take that ice-cream??? EWWWW…..

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