Several of us had a very illuminating conversation about personal grooming the other day. There was comparing and contrasting of personal styles and preferences. Verbal comparing. We aren’t that freaky!
It ended with me worrying that I was not going to fit in with everyone else’s grooming choices and would probably end up in Mexican pubic hair jail after going through customs without a perfectly groomed landing strip. It’s probably what they really are checking for when the TSA makes you walk through the naked scanners. It certainly doesn’t do anything to protect us from terrorists.
Rick thought I should probably make sure I mention pubic hair in the blog, so here I am.
I do want to state for the record that I am 100% sober as I write this. It seems important to mention sobriety.
Why mention pubic hair at all?
Uh.
Rick asked me to. No, there was no blackmail involved.
No, I don’t do everything he asks me to.
You don’t think he’ll turn me in to the pubic hair police, do you?