There's always a catch...

You've been dating this guy for a while now. He's a mountain of a man. COVERED in hair. Rowr!

You didn't think much about how much work it must take to keep him lookin' fine. So you were a bit surprised when he said one Thursday night, "If you want to go out tomorrow, you have to shave my back."

Your first instinct was to run. SCREAMING. But... your man mountain!

So you said, "OH. Okay..."

Next thing you know, he's shirtless and you've gotten those tiny buzzing clipper numbing your hand. You start in. Immediately the clippers whirr and jam. "You have to go slow," he says.

You unjam the blades and get back to it. The minutes stretch on. You're starting to sweat and your arms are sore. You haven't even clear a shoulder yet!

And then IT happens...

You feel something squishy. Then there's a small pop. Suddenly everything's greasy. ...And is that blood?!

"You gotta keep going."

...There's always a catch. A really GROSS one.

(pencil, black ink pen)