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Dingle Berries: For a moment, I thought he was talking about dingle berries...
Dingle Berries: For a moment, I thought he was talking about dingle berries...

For a moment, I thought he was talking about dingle berries...

Dingle Berries: the secret word is "dingle berries"
Dingle Berries: the secret word is "dingle berries"

the secret word is "dingle berries"

Dingle Berries: Zoom in to see the snow dingle berries
Dingle Berries: Zoom in to see the snow dingle berries

Zoom in to see the snow dingle berries

Dingle Berries: 560 of 609 people found the following review helpful Veet- the Men Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) By John W. Osborne Jr. on 30 July 2012 After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.l ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrongl was I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg Stuggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I tooka handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadnt heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect.
Dingle Berries: 560 of 609 people found the following review helpful
 Veet- the Men Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell)
 By John W. Osborne Jr. on 30 July 2012
 After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I
 decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly
 succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits
 Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.l
 ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the
 characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers
 how wrongl
 was
 I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special
 surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for
 something to happen. I didn't have long to wait
 At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and
 a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the
 ceiling with my head
 Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any
 religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the
 meat and two veg
 Stuggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in
 blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom
 across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard
 to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief
 I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me
 The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon
 returned.
 Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped
 around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a
 bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I tooka
 handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse
 This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like
 the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in
 my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of
 the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
 The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where
 no veg had gone before
 Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment
 to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream
 dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good
 Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadnt heard her come in it
 caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some
 speed in her direction
 I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably
 wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the
 strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair,
 dignity and self respect.
Dingle Berries: 560 of 609 people found the following review helpful Veet- the Men Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) By John W. Osborne Jr. on 30 July 2012 After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.l ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrongl was I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg Stuggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I tooka handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadnt heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect.
Dingle Berries: 560 of 609 people found the following review helpful
 Veet- the Men Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell)
 By John W. Osborne Jr. on 30 July 2012
 After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I
 decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly
 succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits
 Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.l
 ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the
 characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers
 how wrongl
 was
 I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special
 surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for
 something to happen. I didn't have long to wait
 At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and
 a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the
 ceiling with my head
 Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any
 religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the
 meat and two veg
 Stuggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in
 blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom
 across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard
 to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief
 I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me
 The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon
 returned.
 Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped
 around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a
 bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I tooka
 handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse
 This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like
 the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in
 my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of
 the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
 The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where
 no veg had gone before
 Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment
 to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream
 dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good
 Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadnt heard her come in it
 caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some
 speed in her direction
 I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably
 wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the
 strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair,
 dignity and self respect.
Dingle Berries: BEFORE YOU MAKE FUN OFCHILDREN FOR BELIEVING IN SANTA CLAUS REMEMBER THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE WHO BELIEVETHIS IS FOR THEIR SAFETY Cops are a waste of space. Cops don't prevent crime, they show up after a crime has been committed. Cops don't serve or protect anyone except their banker masters. Cops are just the bankers bitches. All cops are bitches. no cops are good. Don't like my opinion or are you a cop? Unfollow me as fast as you can and suck on my dingle berries. Yes I would rather call a crackhead than a cop any day of the week. Crackheads are more dependable and honest than any cop I've met. Cops are trained that you are their enemy. Cops are trained to lie to you. Cops are trained not to trust you. Cops do not follow the constitution nor do they give a shit about it even though they swore an oath to uphold it. Cops are trained to violate your rights. Cops are trained to run a racket in the name of revenue generation. Cops work for the state not for you. In light of these fact all cops are bad, all cops are liars and all cops are useless. OstracizeCops bluelivesmurder PoliceAreGangs bluelivesmatter thinblueline fuckthepolice abolishgovernment taxationistheft copssuck pigsofinstagram pigs bacon badcop statismisslavery statismiscancer statismisaids statistsgonnastate FREEDUMB BeFree CopApologists CopLovers cops policestate PoliceBrutality police liars CopSuckers bootlickers
Dingle Berries: BEFORE YOU MAKE FUN OFCHILDREN
 FOR BELIEVING IN SANTA CLAUS
 REMEMBER THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE
 WHO BELIEVETHIS IS FOR THEIR SAFETY
Cops are a waste of space. Cops don't prevent crime, they show up after a crime has been committed. Cops don't serve or protect anyone except their banker masters. Cops are just the bankers bitches. All cops are bitches. no cops are good. Don't like my opinion or are you a cop? Unfollow me as fast as you can and suck on my dingle berries. Yes I would rather call a crackhead than a cop any day of the week. Crackheads are more dependable and honest than any cop I've met. Cops are trained that you are their enemy. Cops are trained to lie to you. Cops are trained not to trust you. Cops do not follow the constitution nor do they give a shit about it even though they swore an oath to uphold it. Cops are trained to violate your rights. Cops are trained to run a racket in the name of revenue generation. Cops work for the state not for you. In light of these fact all cops are bad, all cops are liars and all cops are useless. OstracizeCops bluelivesmurder PoliceAreGangs bluelivesmatter thinblueline fuckthepolice abolishgovernment taxationistheft copssuck pigsofinstagram pigs bacon badcop statismisslavery statismiscancer statismisaids statistsgonnastate FREEDUMB BeFree CopApologists CopLovers cops policestate PoliceBrutality police liars CopSuckers bootlickers

Cops are a waste of space. Cops don't prevent crime, they show up after a crime has been committed. Cops don't serve or protect anyone ex...