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As a world famous Bollywood superstar, I have traveled all eight continents (In India which is my new home, we consider the Indian SUB-continent a continent unto itself) in search of the legendary fountain of youth. I have not found it quite but I have come awfully close. Here is my story:\r
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It started many decades ago in the mountainous forests of beautiful British Columbia (I was born Canadian but in the interest of not annoying readers, I will try to avoid using the word ""eh"" at the end of every sentence as we Canadians normally do) many years ago. As the child of the legendary mythical creature, the sasquatch (also known as ""yeti"" or ""bigfoot"") and a beautiful Canadian blonde (female, that is), I was blessed with a towering frame, chiseled cheekbones, beautiful golden locks, and icy blue eyes. I had it all. That is, until I reached puberty. That?s when my problems started. At first, it was just one. A dark blonde hair crept through the skin below my nipple. ""No problem"", I thought to myself. I'll just pluck it. And so I did. But not a week had passed until it appeared again, this time thicker than before. Again, I plucked it. Yet, again it appeared. And that's when I realized my worst fears: there were more! A patch began to grow below my navel. Another patch started to form where my collar bones met. Oh, what was I to do? I had always dreamed of being on the face of GQ (Canadian edition), posing on a tropical island, my tan skin glowing in the sun, my hair sweeping over my forehead, pushed by the salty breeze that effortlessly moved over the crashing waves. But surely, no one would want a hairy male supermodel. I mean, who can pull that off and still look hot (besides Tom Selleck)?\r
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At first, I shaved. But no sooner had I shaved that the hair would crop up once again, this time thicker than before. Surely, there had to be a better way! I then tried waxing. That kept the genes I had inherited from my father at bay but only for a week?\r
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Pros: Cindy
Cons: Nothing
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