There I was, finishing up the trimming of a nice deer hair head when an errant elbow sent the uncapped bottle of Zap-A-Gap from my desk directly into my lap. It is hot and the AC in my room leaves much to be desired so, naturally, I was in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt. I felt the glue permeate my draws and the heat of it setting before I could process my error. When I did react, I made the split second decision to grab the spilling bottle from the floor rather than tend to my rapidly adhering nether region. It was too late. The gap between my balls and my thigh had been thoroughly zapped.
Realizing my plight, I immediately stripped naked and took a contemplative seat on the shitter. Rippage was out of the question. I resorted to Google. Nail polish, with its main ingredient being acetone, was atop of the list of interventions. The article did, however, warn against its use on sensitive areas. After brief deliberation, I decided to proceed and donned a towel before trepidly making my way down the stairs in search of my antidote.
I located a bottle and took to preparing myself and the necessary implements for its application. With q-tips, cotton balls, and lotion at the ready, I began the procedure. The preliminary application went off without a hitch and the wait for un-boding to materialize commenced. Within a minute, the glue began to whiten and crack. It was time to rip that shit apart. And I did, freeing my balls in one swift pull. Minimal skin was lost by either adhering party, though what sublayers of skin that came into contact with the residual nail polish remover did burn like hell for a bit. Once the pain subsided, I began peeling the remaining glue from myself, before thoroughly rinsing then returning to my desk to finish the fly.
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