I finally have chest hair. Well, a chest hair. As in one single solitary chest hair. It only took me 28 years and five months to grow it, but I grew it, and it’s all mine. It’s attached by a root and everything. It even rustles gently in the breeze. I think that I got it from when I went to Vegas last week. I’m a man now, up there with Tom Selleck and Pierce Brosnan, and it’s all thanks to my hairy chest. The ladies are lining up now. I never thought that I would ever have a chest hair. I really didn’t think I was genetically capable of it. My dad has no chest hair, so I’ve always assumed that I would continue the trend of being chest bald. I actually found gray hairs on my head before I grew a chest hair. Think about how amazingly pathetic that is. I don’t use the word pity very often, but my chest hair situation was pretty pitiful. I guess pitiful is better than non-existent, so I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m sure there are a lot of other guys who wish that they had a chest hair too. Just hope and believe, and maybe someday you will join the big boy club like me.
Critically Rated at 13/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young