Ne're do the Nair

Here's a little gem of a story. All names have been changed...

Brad and I were sitting in the front room, unable to watch television or do anything more than worry about love lost, when he asked, "so, dude... ever think of going hairless?"

me: "uuhmmm ... what?"

Brad: "Yeah, I'm gonna try it."

He retreated into the bathroom were he remained for a few minutes. When he returned his arms were in the air and there was a strange substance under his arms.

"So what is that?"

"It's Nair, I found it in my stuff."

I wasn't sure what to think; stranger things had happened... often.

15 minutes later...

"This stuff kind of burns man."

"Maybe it's time to wash it off?"

"Yeah..."

Once again he retreated into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, his arms still well above his head.

"Dude, this stuff really burns!" "It burns and the hair didn't even come off!"

"Whoa, you're all red!"

Basically, it didn't work how he'd envisioned. Lifting at the gym was painfully funny for the next couple weeks.

The moral?

Year old Nair and underarms don't mix.