I was walking down the steps of the train station this morning on my way to work, and got that thing; that ‘ow’ feeling you get when a pube has got caught somewhere in your undies.
I also need to squeeze in a nice, long soak in the bath because my muscles and bones are feeling tired, not to mention that I need to trim my pubes.
I gave a urine sample at the doctor's the other day and there was a pube in it.
I could do without the grey pubes and the two-day hangovers mind you…
For those not ‘in the know’, a pube in a guys toilet bowl is full on target practice.
I am afraid it would sink without trace in London - if only because of the pube on the tablecloth when we sat down.
But you don't have to be embarrassed about your pubes in front of Vippy!
For more dazzling insights into the history of pubic sciences, please read my PhD dissertation, ‘Is that a pube in my salad?’
I would normally trim excess pubes and then shave to a smooth finish with a Gillette razor.
Occasionally, when I'm bored, I'll play with my pubes, twisting them into little spires so they look like a city out of a sci-fi novel.