you know that party game where some one whispers a message into another's ear and in turn they whisper it into another's ear? after ten or so people the message has completely changed from the original message.
well, the wife eliminates the need for nine other people.
a couple years ago she came home from a mother's night out with an odd story. the girls were discussing personal grooming habits. one of the mothers was bitching about the hassle of daily leg shaving. another offered up the declaration that she shaves her most feminine of areas into the shape of a swastika.
at this point in the story, i shall pause for you to pick you jaw up from off the floor.
i found this shocking, i didn't know the woman well, but i always thought she had a descent sense of fashion. never noticed her wearing military boots or those bluish grey puffy pants that make your hips look big. come to think of it though, i've never seen her with a jew, so it must be true.
i must admit, this has played on my mind for some time. would it be proper to notify the fbi of such grooming activities? beyond that, it would be a rather complicated design armed only with a bic. i often wished i could un-hear this little nugget of gossip.
recently, i heard howard stern refer to a very small but neatly groomed furry area of a female guest as a "hitler's mustache". all the sudden things made sense.
me - remember a long time ago, you told me a friend admitted shaving herself in the shape of a swastika?
wife - yeah, so...
me - are you sure she didn't say in the shape of hitler's mustache?
wife - uh, maybe.
me - well, that's kind of a big mistake, don't you think?
wife - same difference.
no, not same difference. if any female readers are contemplating a new doo down there, word up. hitler's mustache, hot. a swastika not.
Posted by griff at August 09, 2004 11:56 PM