Lexi, my younger by three years, father of two beautiful girls, got rip roarin' drunk this past weekend. He weaved his way upstairs and proceeded to dig out a pimple on his chest. In his stupor, he decided that there was too much hair in the way. (My brother is a hairy bastard.) Here's what happened next...he grabbed a razor. He felt that the hair just had to be removed so he could get better purchase on the offending blemish. So he started to shave the area.
You know that Seinfeld episode? The Muffin Tops was the title. The one where Jerry starts shaving his chest and can't stop? Well, that's Lexi. Except on the way to Baresville, he stops briefly in HappyFace Town. Shaved cirles around the nipples and a smiley face. Um-hmm. Like the 40-year old Virgin, but with less pain.
That was three days ago. Now he's just an itchy bastard.
2 comments:
Were you on hand for this? Is there photographic evidence that will be used against him?
I suppose Tim Allen grunting is totally inappropriate if one is shaving one's chest...but it feels like the right thing to do.
-cK
He flipped up his shirt for two seconds last night while telling us the tale. It was obviously the naked version, not the smiley face. But sadly, no time for photos. I'd suck as paparazzi.
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