Cyanide and Happiness

Epilating is spelled with only one p

But I’m glad that works out for you. I would encourage others to read this excerpt from a r/TIFU post on this topic before finalizing their risk/reward calculations

It all happened in the blink of an eye, but this is what I believe happened, based on the aftermath: I went in again, only this time, my pube follicles were more resilient. The spinning drum off death grabbed a couple of hairs, however they would not part ways with my scrotum. I looked down in confusion, to see my hand holding the handle of the epilator. Where the business end of the epilator shoud've been, though, there was only tightly stretched, inflamed, hairy ballsack. I gasped in pain, dropping the epilator, which swung pendulously between my thighs, only furthering the agony. Sitting on the bath's edge, I located the epilator and lifted it into sight. My sack had been pulled into the drum, completing a full revolution, so that none of the drum was visible. The elasticity of the male scrotum truly is something to behold.

I gingerly unraveled my sack, a fraction of a turn at a time. After fully extracting it, my scrotum was covered in hundreds of tiny abrasions, as if it had been dragged along the sidewalk, if you can picture that. It also had about three hairs less than before I took a shower.

I later recounted this story to my wife, who was typically unsympathetic. As I finished recounting this woeful tale, she blurted out "What the fuck did you expect? Duh?!", only rubbing further salt into the scrotal wound.