Amazon has the Mangroomer Do It Yourself Electric Back Hair Shaver for $20 with free shipping on $25+. Features 135 degrees of motion, and an extendable and adjustable handle that can lock in place.
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my tes*ticles. There really is nothing like a shorn scro*tum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Perfect, now I can check Mom off the gift list.
Holy crap mike that was hilarious. Also, it could be a ball shaver for someone who is really tall.
Leno says its got three settings: back, crack, or sack
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.
My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my tes*ticles. There really is nothing like a shorn scro*tum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Wow, this is just wrong for all the right reason to get this for christmas gift exchange.