Nekromanti Det där med kroppsbehåring...
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Troberg
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Fast de som inte tror på evolutionen, de som tror att gud designat allt (eller Intelligent Design som de kallar det för att göra det mer rumsrent numera), hur förklarar de att gud tänkte när han planterade hår i röven?
Nästa som får besök av Jehovas frågar!
njase
Fast det argumentet håller ju inte riktigt. Du kan inte bedömma en guds skapelse med evolutionens utveckling efter praktiskhet. Alltså: Gud gjorde det förmodligen för att han tyckte det var snyggt eller för att han bara ville eller för att reta Vulf och därmed göra honom mottaglig för Herrens ord. Gud har väl knappast ansvar inför människans vilja att veta funktionen av något.
//erik. tycker det är mer intressant hur folk kan veta att de har hår i röven…
Fast det argumentet håller ju inte riktigt. Du kan inte bedömma en guds skapelse med evolutionens utveckling efter praktiskhet. Alltså: Gud gjorde det förmodligen för att han tyckte det var snyggt eller för att han bara ville eller för att reta Vulf och därmed göra honom mottaglig för Herrens ord. Gud har väl knappast ansvar inför människans vilja att veta funktionen av något.
//erik. tycker det är mer intressant hur folk kan veta att de har hår i röven…
Nightowl
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Inte kåta hår
Men... det gör ju inget att du inte har hår på bröstet! Du behöver det ju inte, du bor ju i Skåne där ni har tropisk hetta och behöver inte kunna ragga på Killkollektivet Klubb Kinky!
Erik
Men... det gör ju inget att du inte har hår på bröstet! Du behöver det ju inte, du bor ju i Skåne där ni har tropisk hetta och behöver inte kunna ragga på Killkollektivet Klubb Kinky!
Erik
Dewil
Skrivbordsgeneral
Men... asså... hår på stortårna då? (NT)
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Nightowl
Champion
Intelligent design...
Han hade helt klart, i Sin Visdom, velat göra det skönt när man har...
...ja ja herr moderator, jag ska cirkulera!
Erik
Han hade helt klart, i Sin Visdom, velat göra det skönt när man har...
...ja ja herr moderator, jag ska cirkulera!
Erik
Re: Men... asså... hår på stortårna då? (NT)
I egenskap av innehavare av hår på stortårna och fötterna kan jag meddela att tåhår är mycket viktigt för att reta ens sambo eller för att övertyga folk om att man är hob. I övrigt suger det.
Storuggla, slightly fuzzy man
I egenskap av innehavare av hår på stortårna och fötterna kan jag meddela att tåhår är mycket viktigt för att reta ens sambo eller för att övertyga folk om att man är hob. I övrigt suger det.
Storuggla, slightly fuzzy man
Nightowl
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Re: Men... asså... hår på stortårna då? (NT)
Vill jag veta hur?
Erik, involverar det vaniljsås och Billy Butt-masker?
Vill jag veta hur?
Erik, involverar det vaniljsås och Billy Butt-masker?
Svarte Faraonen
Sumer is icumen in
Re: Inte kåta hår
Men kombinationen av sydländsk hetta och skånsk figur innebär ju att man måste gå utan tröja hela tiden (ty det är för varmt, och den stramar åt om magen i vart fall). Alltså märks det mycket mer här än bland isbarbarerna, där man ändå har tre lager päls så att några fjuttiga extra hårstrån varken gör till eller från.
Men kombinationen av sydländsk hetta och skånsk figur innebär ju att man måste gå utan tröja hela tiden (ty det är för varmt, och den stramar åt om magen i vart fall). Alltså märks det mycket mer här än bland isbarbarerna, där man ändå har tre lager päls så att några fjuttiga extra hårstrån varken gör till eller från.
haltageten
Dum inuti huvudet
Re: Från hår till ett dumt spel! [OT]
Jag måste fan vält ut en hel hundra kilos låda med spik som jag sedan valde att rulla mig i. Men jag har ingen aning om vad det fick i betyg. Av mig är det typ 1/100 av 100.
- Jocke, inte riktigt en fakir.
Jag måste fan vält ut en hel hundra kilos låda med spik som jag sedan valde att rulla mig i. Men jag har ingen aning om vad det fick i betyg. Av mig är det typ 1/100 av 100.
- Jocke, inte riktigt en fakir.
Man Mountainman
Storsvagåret
Eller så är det vårt kära arv ifrån aporna..
Fast den hypotesen leder ju bara till fråga, vad fan behöver _aporna_ hår i röven till?
Fast den hypotesen leder ju bara till fråga, vad fan behöver _aporna_ hår i röven till?
Det intressanta med människors kroppsbehåring jämfört med djurs är att djurs faktiskt har en praktisk tillämpning som kläd-substitut. De tyckte inte om tröjor och skaffade hår liksom. De har nämligen MINDRE hår runt analöppning (i regel, räkna inte med myskoxen) och könsorgan än resten av kroppen, jämfört med vad vi människor har.
Men jämfört med djuren så är människan HELT KLART mer modemedveten. Jag menar, vi har sporadiska hårfläckar, för att vi bara dissar vissa sorters klädesplagg, färger, tyger osv. medan djuren är håriga för att de dissar alla kläder.
Själv anser jag ju att Erik är ett stort äckel, för jag får reda på att jag har rövhår då jag torkar mig därbak. Jag antar att Erik inte torkar sig alls!
Men jämfört med djuren så är människan HELT KLART mer modemedveten. Jag menar, vi har sporadiska hårfläckar, för att vi bara dissar vissa sorters klädesplagg, färger, tyger osv. medan djuren är håriga för att de dissar alla kläder.
Själv anser jag ju att Erik är ett stort äckel, för jag får reda på att jag har rövhår då jag torkar mig därbak. Jag antar att Erik inte torkar sig alls!
Troberg
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Re: Frågan är fel ställd.
Det finns för många lättköpta skämt för den.
Verkligheten är att det skulle ge ett sämre grepp. Skulle dessutom nötas bort (fan, där kom ett skämt ändå...).
Skulle nötas bort på ett kick.
Mer slemhinna än hud.
Då hade inte d20 kunnat skriva om hår heller.
Det kan dessutom vara för att bebisar ska kunna suga på den. Hur åstadkommer du ett undertryck om där är hår som förstör den lufttäta förseglingen mellen mun och bröst?
Mer slemhinna än hud.
Det finns för många lättköpta skämt för den.
Verkligheten är att det skulle ge ett sämre grepp. Skulle dessutom nötas bort (fan, där kom ett skämt ändå...).
Skulle nötas bort på ett kick.
Mer slemhinna än hud.
Då hade inte d20 kunnat skriva om hår heller.
Det kan dessutom vara för att bebisar ska kunna suga på den. Hur åstadkommer du ett undertryck om där är hår som förstör den lufttäta förseglingen mellen mun och bröst?
Mer slemhinna än hud.
Man Mountainman
Storsvagåret
Varför man har hår i röven.
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all, though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt hair dwelling.
Eventually I would have to do one of two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing ) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its "Can't-Be-Flushed" threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding ay ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of my hair. My ass was smooth as ivory, I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know. I now have a great respect for ass-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for work. After climbing 5 flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but I had to get to work. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop / sweat combination. As I made my way back home, it started to itch. Damn, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back home. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my house, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny crane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.
As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a four block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop / sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass hair, ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my ass cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad.
Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS HAIR!!!
Courtesy of Exterus
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all, though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt hair dwelling.
Eventually I would have to do one of two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing ) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its "Can't-Be-Flushed" threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding ay ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of my hair. My ass was smooth as ivory, I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know. I now have a great respect for ass-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for work. After climbing 5 flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but I had to get to work. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop / sweat combination. As I made my way back home, it started to itch. Damn, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back home. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my house, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny crane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.
As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a four block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop / sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back." Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass hair, ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my ass cheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like lost gerbil. As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad.
Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS HAIR!!!
Courtesy of Exterus