Raise Your Hand

Whether you're sure or not, if you use Drysol, you don't have to even think about it - ever again - you'll be dry, and that's for damn sure! I've always wondered why you see certain actors running around with sweaty pits when they can use Drysol? Are they afraid of a little cancer? Yeah, so what? So they say certain ingredients like aluminum chloride may cause cancer, but I haven't seen the studies. Show me!


Strap a pair on, and get the treatment. Just do it, but boy, you really will need that set of proverbial balls because the three nights of treatment are pure torture. Torture I say. I have a few friends that can attest, but don't worry pals, I won't rat ya out. Yet. I'll save that for the memoir.

Anyway, for many years I suffered from hyperhidrosis of the underarm, a.k.a. sweaty pits. I'm not talking about a little moisture. I'm talking chasing waterfalls shit. My pits purple rained. Let me tell ya, there were tears for fears. Within moments, two shirts could be completely soaked through. Count 'em. Two. Totally wet. I was dying of embarrassment. (That's actually the title of a book that could help if you suffer from social phobia, or even if you're just a little shy, FYI.) There really is more to the story, but I may actually save it for the memoir. It's fucking funny. No. It's fucking hilarious. Trust me.