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Actual Customer Review From a Man on Amazon UK After Using Veet Hair Removal Cream for Men https://imgflip.com/i/8q0hs3 After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. (Sounds kind of gay to me.) Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered 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 wrong I 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 the destruction of the meat and two vegetables. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off 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 off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing 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 drawer 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 took a 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 its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its 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 arhhh ooooohhh that feels good ahhh! Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in, it caused an involuntary 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 fired 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!

Bidenomics is working. If the goal was to turn the United States into a third world nation. God Bless America, God Save the Republic. Trump Highlights 'Kitchen Table' Issues During Spot-On New Jersey Event https://conservativebrief.com/trump-highlights-85119/

VIDEO: COP SHOOTS INNOCENT WOMAN HOLDING A POT IN HER KITCHEN | FIRED & CHARGED THIS is what you get for calling the cops! #Police are #Criminals! They are criminals first, last, and ALWAYS! Mentally ill, narcissistic CRIMINALS and psychopaths! Cops are like snakes.... A "good one is a de*d one" https://old.bitchute.com/video/7jP3FGj7syI/

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5 min Kitchen Counter Workout https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ob2pdBH5TA&list=TLPQMTIwNjIwMjTotiSWZjgE9g&index=2

The Dangers of Canola Oil: In today’s health climate, where misinformation abounds and traditional media often falls short, I’ve turned to unconventional health knowledge from less mainstream sources. This exploration was spurred by my skepticism towards the conventional medical industry, especially during recent global health crises, leading to some profoundly positive changes in my health regimen. One pivotal change was eliminating industrial seed oils from my diet, which resulted in losing 30 pounds, eradicating bodily inflammation, and enhancing my overall vitality. The Problem with Industrial Seed Oils Industrial seed oils like soybean, canola, and corn oil became staples in early 20th-century kitchens due to their affordability and mass availability. Originally used in margarine as cheaper alternatives to animal fats, these oils are not naturally derived from their seeds, which require chemical treatment and high-pressure, high-temperature processing to extract the oil. Such methods degrade their quality and introduce toxins such as hexane—a chemical also used in glue and paint thinners. Canola Oil: A Modern Invention Canola oil, commonly found in our pantries, has a background worthy of attention. Developed in Canada during the 1970s from the rapeseed plant, it was first utilized as a high-temperature lubricant for diesel engines. Through genetic modification and chemical processing, canola oil was adapted for consumption by reducing harmful erucic acid levels. However, despite its adaptability for food, its origins as an engine lubricant raise significant concerns about its suitability for dietary use. Health Risks of Consuming Seed Oils The health impacts of consuming these heavily refined oils are concerning. High levels of omega-6 fatty acids and a disproportionate omega-6 to omega-3 ratio contribute to chronic inflammation, underlying numerous health conditions such as heart disease, diabetes, and autoimmune diseases. These oils are also prone to oxidation, creating harmful free radicals and lipid peroxides that can damage cellular structures and potentially lead to cancer and other serious health issues. Furthermore, they can obstruct the absorption of vital nutrients like vitamins A, D, E, and K. Healthier Alternatives to Seed Oils Rather than relying on industrial seed oils, switching to natural, unprocessed fats is advisable. Historical staples like olive oil, coconut oil, avocado oil, and animal-based fats such as butter and lard offer richer nutrient profiles and are more stable when cooked. These natural fats provide essential vitamins and are better balanced in omega fatty acids, supporting overall health and reducing inflammation. Transitioning away from industrial seed oils to these traditional fats has been one of the most impactful health decisions I’ve made. By exploring alternative health perspectives and questioning mainstream narratives, I’ve gained insights that have significantly benefited my personal health and wellness. This journey underscores the importance of being proactive and informed about the choices we make concerning our diet and health.

Actual Customer Review From a Man on Amazon UK After Using Veet Hair Removal Cream for Men After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. (Sounds kind of gay to me.) Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered 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 wrong I 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 the destruction of the meat and two vegetables. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off 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 off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing 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 drawer 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 took a 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 its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its 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 arhhh ooooohhh that feels good ahhh! Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in, it caused an involuntary 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 fired 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! https://imgflip.com/i/8q0hs3

Wanna spoon? Last week, we took some friends out to a new restaurant, and noticed that the waiter who took our order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a little strange. When the waiter brought our water and cutlery, I noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt pocket. Then I looked around and saw that all the staff had spoons in their pockets. When the waiter came back to serve our soup I asked, "Why the spoon?" "Well, "he explained, "the restaurant’s owners hired Andersen Consulting to revamp all our processes. After several months of analysis, they concluded that the spoon was the most frequently dropped piece of cutlery. It represents a drop frequency of approximately 3 spoons per table per hour. If our staff are better prepared, we can reduce the number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 man-hours per shift." As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he was able to replace it with his spare. "I’ll get another spoon next time I go to the kitchen instead of making an extra trip to get it right now." I was impressed. I also noticed that there was a string hanging out of the waiter’s zip on his trousers. Looking around, I noticed that all the waiters had the same string hanging from their flies. So before he walked off, I asked the waiter, "Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that string right there?" "Oh, certainly!" Then he lowered his voice. "Not everyone is so observant. That consulting firm I mentioned also found out that we can save time in the rest-room. By tying this string to the tip of you know what, we can pull it out without touching it and eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the time spent in the rest-room by 76.39 per cent." I asked "After you get it out, how do you put it back?" "Well," he whispered, "I don’t know about the others, but I use the spoon." https://imgflip.com/i/8m8j1h