OK, I’ll admit that I’m one sick puppy and sometimes really gross thoughts pop into my head.
I was watching a movie where one of the characters has sex with a woman and catches crabs. My twisted mind wondered what would happen if he went down on her and he had a mustache. Would the little buggers transfer over?
Now that I’ve planted that image in your minds, could someone answer this?
Uhm, in my defense, he is only a *half-*brother. And yeh, “ewwwww” was my response to the story as well.
Zoggie – I would bet the answer to your question is “no” based on the experiences I have had with headlice on my daughter (dontcha just love elementary school?) – and crabs are just lice that prefer a warmer climate. I would wager that you would want to shave the affected area and treat it with a (maybe not so)healthy dose of anti-crotch-critter cream to be sure you got rid of it all. But then again, I donno, I never tried to shave my daughter’s head when she caught headlice, maybe that would work?
You need a razor, some lighter fluid, matches and a fork. You shave half the hair and pour light fluid on the rest. You then set the hair on fire. When the lice come running out you stab them with a fork.
I saw something on the Discovery channel (I think, might have TLC or something similar) about a year ago that was about different kinds of lice. This researcher had samples of head lice, body lice, and pubic lice, and was basically running races with them on different kinds of hair (head, body, pubic) to see how well they got around. Not surprisingly, each kind of louse moved fastest on the type of hair it was adapted to. The conclusion being that if you get head lice, they’re going to stay on your head, they’re not going to migrate to other parts of your body, and same for the other types of lice.
I have heard firsthand, from a dog groomer, a story about a guy who brought the new dog to her and asked her to check the dog for crabs, because he was trying to convince his girlfriend that he got them from the dog. And no, he didn’t mean like that; I guess he meant like they hopped off the dog and onto him or something. To nobody’s surprise, the dog didn’t have crabs anywhere.
The relationship didn’t last long past that point, I assume.
Unfortunately, I can see how eyebrows are at least possible from a blowjob, if he was way hairy. Ewwwwwwww!
Yeah-I have a mental picture of some lady fellating a Yeti-esque guy and the little crabs are lined up like an airborne division awaiting their first real jump.
GnySgt. Crab is perched on the end of a hair.
“OK boys, wait 'til she takes it real deep…wait…wait…GO! GO! GO!”
Ok, this was the last straw, I have to tell the story.
Once upon a time in the late 80’s when I was a young, drunken teenager type, I was friends with 2 sisters (let’s call them T & S). T was older, and she was hot. I mean, HAWT. She was a size 0 back then, with DD boobs, blonde hair, blue eyes and well…let’s just say, she shoulda been in porn. She was kind of a horndog, too. It’s no surprise that T was dating a (quite well-known, if only regionally) musician (we’ll call him K) a few years older. S & I were much closer than T & I, but like I said, we were all friends. I spent many drunken nights with those two.
One night, I was staying over and of course, much alcohol was had by all. All being myself, T, S, and K. After a while, of course T & K slip off to T’s bedroom for some wall-pounding sex. Since T & S’s mom was cool, but not that cool, K was not allowed to spend the night and went on his merry way home. Possibly an hour later, T gets a phone call from a very angry K.
It seems that K went home and took a shower, while in the shower, he noticed that he was quite itchy where he should not be. Upon closer examination, he noticed that he had several new friends occupying his pubes. Of course, it was no surprise that he would blame T – she was known to be somewhat…promiscuous. The thing was, though, that T never cheated on K. EVER. S & I spent the evening helping T dig through her pubes looking for friends. We found exactly 1.
Now, you know what we figured out – he had a host of them, she had one. Who gave what to whom? We 3 get on the phone with K and explain the situation, so he concedes that he will go in the AM to get a script from his doctor.
I thought nothing more of it until a few days later when I hear [paul harvey]the rest of the story[/paul harvey].
So, K goes to the doctor. He is thoroughly confused as to how he could have gotten crabs, since he was faithful to T (a fact no one would ever have disputed). His best guess was that perhaps while spending a drunken after-gig evening at another friend’s house – who was known to be … rather skanky – perhaps he got them off the couch? Whatever. He goes to the doctor who says “uh, these aren’t crabs.” :dubious:
Doctor was quite confused, and got associate to look at them. They’re not human crabs, but some form of lice (fleas?) found primarily on dogs. So, the doctor has a good laugh at K’s expense about what he has been doing with strange dogs, etc. Gives him the script and sends him on his way. So the rest of the story was that K had apparently gotten his crotch critters when his new (formerly stray) pet decided post-shower was the time to jump up and give kisses. ICK!
Of course, I only know about the first part of the story, and perhaps K was making up the rest of it, but knowing him, I am betting it was the truth – as improbable as it may have been. Maybe a medical-type will weigh in on this one – it’s always given me the giggles, hell, I still tease K when I see him now and then!