"I won't do it!" said George.
"Come on, I need to know what it says!" Bob pleaded.
"I don't want to see you naked!"
"You won't have to, it's just on my back."
"I'm really not comfortable with this."
"But it could be important."
"A message written on your back by a one-night-stand?"
"It doesn't matter who wrote it, just tell me what it says." There is a long awkward silence. "George, please!"
"Oh, alright! Take your damned shirt off."
"Thank you!" Bob proceeded to unbutton his shirt and then took off his undershirt and turned around.
"God, that's disgusting!"
"What? Did she write something dirty?"
"No! You seriously need a wax or at least some serious manscaping."
"Will you just tell me what she wrote?"
"Fine!... Oh... Well that's interesting." George pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After the person on the other end answered, he said, "Oh, that makes sense. Er... Sorry, wrong number."
"Well?"
"She wrote a number for a laser hair removal center."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm actually pretty impressed that she was able to shave it so clearly into your back hair."
