Shaved my pits!

Yes folks after thinking about for about ten years, I decided this weekend to shave my arm pits. For various reasons, my wife told me not to shave my legs. It created too much friction in our relationship when it started to grow back. I’m feeling good about my smooth pits; I’m not feeling good about the menthol shaving gel I accidently grabbed when they were out of my mainstay. It’s kind of like sticking your entire head in a vat of Vicks Vapo Rub; it’s kind of freaking me out.  However, I am a 'waste not want not' trooper and I’m gonna power Zen through it.

So you take a whole banana dip it in honey and roll it in wheat germ, I call it hair of the monkey, sure your thinking a banana banshee would be better but when I want hair I get hair.

I told my wife, who is known as Lady Danger, as I was getting out of the shower not to be alarmed because I shaved my pits, she thought I was shaving my under carriage. I was like: what now?...Free Radikal shaves his under carriage only to save the world from fascism or an asteroid or the eventual llama uprising, but not for just feeling fancy free. Yes, I have a history with an electric shaver that did not know when to stop but that was in my youth when I got drunk and frisky in my single man days. I have left those dark days of silly putty, peeing off balconies and grinding on stuffed animals long in the past.

Okay, it’s not all true or is it? After you’ve been me for about 38 years, there really is no shame left.