A long time ago, when the world was new and Celine Dion was still big at school dances, I was up late at night with the guys, watching infomercials. There really is no adequate excuse for this, but it had been a long day of hitting things with swords and suggesting that John's mother was less than choosy about her sexual partners. Also nothing else was on.
So.
Nad's, man. Yeah, the hair removal stuff that sounds like it's named after a pair of balls. No, I'm not sure why we decided to order some, but between us all it was only $5 per person, so horrible decision or not, it was at least thrifty.
Seriously, I still do not recall what train of thought dropped us off at the Hair Removal Gel station. Maybe Kurt thought he could attract more girls with a smooth, hairless back. Maybe it sounded like more fun than Everquest to John. Maybe, just maybe, $5 a head was worth the price of admission to watch Nate scream like a girl and bleed.
My money's on that last one.
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Ok Nate, not sure how I ended up on your site on a late Friday night, but I had to tell someone who would remember and maybe somewhat appreciate the irony. Do a google search on both Robert Gibbs and Bob Gibbs (remember that name) and I think you will be surprised that both a senator and the current press secretary at the white house bear these names.
On a side note, I will never forget the night of nads. So glad I was at work and you guys tried the stuff out before I got home.
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