You are totally right in your quality comment on that stupid reality show that I only watched that two-minute clip of because the closeted gay d-bag who makes 1000% my salary was shirtless.
But what I want to talk about more is what is happening to shirtless d-bag. THAT'S what laser hair removal is? She's fucking TAZING him! He also says it feels like "thousands of rubber bands snapping" on his back.
Fucking ow. Ultra-fucking ow.
I mean, I don't know what I THOUGHT laser hair removal was. Actually I do. In my mind, I saw someone gently moving a lazer beam along the surface of the skin, chopping off the hair forever very much in the same way they show those cross-sections of hair being removed in razor commercials.
Now that I know laser hair removal is in fact electroshock therapy for your nipples, nuts, or wherever you're eliminating hair, you can rest assured that I will NOT be going through with it.
It certainly helps that Boyfriend Joe prefers me hairy. I'll keep my chest trim, and smile at the knowledge that I will never need to endure the torture that douchebag Jim over here is undergoing.