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And when this happens, there are two ways to deal with it.
One is to just bin it, move on and never buy it again.
Then there’s the other, which is to unleash hell on earth on the product sellers in the form of an internet review.
Because no one is bolder or more irate than a disgruntled online shopper.
Sometimes, just scrolling through internet reviews is a hilarious way to waste to 15 minutes.
Until you’re met with a review so weird it will make you want to disconnect your WiFi forever.
Like this one, which was left on Amazon for the Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Cream product. It was left in 2012 but it was a review so searingly, eye-wateringly bad, that it’s made a reappearance.
This guy had bought the product – ignoring all the reviews complaining about irritated skin – but was left wishing he hadn’t been so dismissive.
At least that way he wouldn’t have ended up putting frozen vegetables where the sun doesn’t shine.
Yes, really.
The review reads:
‘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.
‘Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit of 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 destruction of the meat and two veg.
‘Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of 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 soon 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 draw 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…’Ooooh, that feels good’.
‘Understandingly this was a shock to her and she let out a scream. 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 farted 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…’
3,296 people found this review helpful. So, although he’ll probably have some difficulty using the toilet for a while – at least he’s saved other people from suffering the same fate.
NB The level of detail and sheer ridiculousness of this review (it was the farting out of the Brussel that really did it for us) makes us highly suspicious it is not entirely genuine. We suspect it is nothing more than a very descriptive work of fiction, perhaps based on *some* reality, designed mainly to entertain fellow male Veet users. We are happy to be proved wrong on this (pics or it didn’t happen?). The fact that we asked Veet for comment and they have yet to reply, suggests they too are taking it with a hefty pinch of salt.
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