Saturday, June 27, 2009
Ok, I'm not one to usually make endorsements, but sometimes the human creature suffers from some awful afflictions. While I'm glad I'm not beset upon by the same malady this guy acquired, I've had a little problem that was just plain bugging me.
Since the weather's been so nice, I've been riding my new aluminum, full-suspension, disc-braked mountain bike hither and yon, plus pushing the mower around the estate, walking two dogs at regular intervals, and generally doing all I can do to forget that the winter doldrums are but a few months away again.
Unfortunately, I forgot about the chafing that can occur down there, especially as the heat and humidity of the season sets in.
Ouch. There's really no delicate way to say it, other than "ouch".
So I'm digging through the medicine cabinet, looking for Desenex, Lotrimin, anything.
No luck, but by Gawd, there is a sample packet of something called Doc Boudreaux's Butt Paste sitting there, with a cartoon of a baby sporting a goofy look on his face. What the heck - I may as well give it a try.
Holy Cow! It cleared up within 24 hours! I mean cleared up, with nothing to show a prior problem.
The results spiked my curiosity, and I start Googling for other mentions of Butt Paste and non-baby applications. It turns out major league baseball and football teams are buying the stuff in one pound tubs, it's just that good.
Something tells me that if my buddy Eddie used Boudreaux's Butt Paste, he wouldn't look so anguished.