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Product Reviews - The Good, The Bad, The Hilarious.

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Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian

Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian

The Unobstructed View
Product Reviews :-

We all read them & we've all seen iterations of Good, Bad & Hilarious/ Stupid with some great comebacks from customer service staff as well. Ignore Trip/Tipadvisor cos 99.9% will put you off going to a place cos folk only go on there to complain about stuff.

Anyway, just been looking for a new pair of winter/ hiking boots & was on Gooutdoors perusing when this pair of Merrell Norshund caught my eye
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requirements being Warm, Waterproof, Comfy for general winter use including going the kids footy but not just suited to winter as gonna take the kids up Snowdon in April May (route march them in their crocs), I headed down to the reviews & 1 guy has sold them to me with his review, I just need to find my size now ...


Highly Recommended!!!, 05 April 2015

By BigMountain (Dereham, Norfolk.)
Bought a pair of these for a trek to Everest Basecamp in March. Had read a review previously stating that they were 'good to go' straight from the box, without any laborious breaking-in. So that's what I did...and they were great! No blisters at all. Performed well in snow, mud, etc. and provided good grip over varied surfaces. Even after all that, they still look like new. GREAT BOOTS!!



on the hilarious side of reviews I was looking at a wireless phone charger on Tesco a while ago & some woman was complaining that it wasn't in fact 'wireless' as it had to be plugged in.
Tesco responded with the question "what did you actually expect ? that a standalone unit wouyld extract electricity from the air around it ?"

anyway gonna order them from Milletts, free postage/returns blah blah
 
This is the funniest review you will ever read:

Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
ByJohn W. Osborne Jr.on 30 July 2012

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 of 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 it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's 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 and 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.......
 

Reidy's Bottle Of Grecian said:
Product Reviews :-

We all read them & we've all seen iterations of Good, Bad & Hilarious/ Stupid with some great comebacks from customer service staff as well. Ignore Trip/Tipadvisor cos 99.9% will put you off going to a place cos folk only go on there to complain about stuff.

Anyway, just been looking for a new pair of winter/ hiking boots & was on Gooutdoors perusing when this pair of Merrell Norshund caught my eye
fs_249238_a

requirements being Warm, Waterproof, Comfy for general winter use including going the kids footy but not just suited to winter as gonna take the kids up Snowdon in April May (route march them in their crocs), I headed down to the reviews & 1 guy has sold them to me with his review, I just need to find my size now ...


Highly Recommended!!!, 05 April 2015

By BigMountain (Dereham, Norfolk.)
Bought a pair of these for a trek to Everest Basecamp in March. Had read a review previously stating that they were 'good to go' straight from the box, without any laborious breaking-in. So that's what I did...and they were great! No blisters at all. Performed well in snow, mud, etc. and provided good grip over varied surfaces. Even after all that, they still look like new. GREAT BOOTS!!



on the hilarious side of reviews I was looking at a wireless phone charger on Tesco a while ago & some woman was complaining that it wasn't in fact 'wireless' as it had to be plugged in.
Tesco responded with the question "what did you actually expect ? that a standalone unit wouyld extract electricity from the air around it ?"

anyway gonna order them from Milletts, free postage/returns blah blah
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Great thread.

Would read again.

10/10.
 
anjelikaferrett said:
This is the funniest review you will ever read:

Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
ByJohn W. Osborne Jr.on 30 July 2012

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 of 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 it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's 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 and 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.......
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As soon as I seen the topic I thought of this,had me giggling like a child when I read it
 

anjelikaferrett said:
This is the funniest review you will ever read:

Veet -- the Men's Hair Removal Gel Creme (from hell) . . .
ByJohn W. Osborne Jr.on 30 July 2012

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 of 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 it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's 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 and 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.......
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:lol: Just lost my own dignity reading that! Tears and snot everywhere :lol:
 

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