Not particulary relevent but back in the day I was at a party in London at a Nurses college (balwick/Balham?) accomdation and was kinda chatting up a nurse.
Conversation got onto the snip and shaving down there and I asked her do they teach mundane stuff like that or are they left to their own devices and how the flip do they shave the crinkly ballsack?
With a twinkle in her eye she said she’d show me – and chuckled a bit. Fortunatly I wasn’t so leathered that all my wits had left me, and I was trying to find a way to politely refuse but still keep the conversation going when the pair of us clapped eyes on a mate who had been around soho earlier (I was off playing lax for a local team) and was passed out in a corner.
I had to find a towel, razor and some foam and she would shave him ready for the snip.
It wasn’t too hard to get the items but in the process most people in the party heard and came over to watch.
In THE least sexual manner possible she dropped his trous, lathered him up and then grabbed a bollock and pulled it really, really tight and ran the razor in swift upwards motions (agsinst the grain)over the taut sack.
There was a slight frown of concentration from the victim.
She proceeded to grab tyhe other bollock and do the same, then wrenched the plod skyhigh and ploughed through the main bush like a joyrider.
Trous back up and he was left there until the following morning (I didn’t pull that nurse, I strongly suspect she had never been trained on preparing someone for the snip either).
Following day – matey bubbles woke up and went for a piss – thunderous piss which stopped half way with a slight “HUH!” noise.
He never mentioned it (and nor did we) but the next 3 weeks involves even more furtive scratching of his groin than usual.
A shame it was back in about 93 before everyone and his mate had phones with cameras.
