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I know, I know: too much information. But that's how Gilbert Arenas rolls these days, and if that little tidbit wasn't something you needed to hear, you'll definitely want to skip the rest of the gory details, which go a little something like this.

When I was new in the NBA the team veterans convinced me to shave, you know, down there, because they said the hair stinks. I used my girlfriend's razor, which was rusty and gave me keloids. The doctor prescribed medicine to dab on, but I just poured it all over. Three days later I woke up screaming. The skin was burnt off my scrotum, down to my crack, everything -- just raw flesh. I still had to run and play, so I used a numbing spray for a month until it healed. Now I use clippers.

Yikes. Ouch. Whoa. This is the answer that Gilbert gave to Men's Journal when asked about the worst physical pain he's ever experienced. I have no idea how this question even came up, or why Gilbert felt he had to give us this horrifying imagery in his answer. Let's just change the subject, okay?

In lighter Gilbert news from the interview, he tells us that his favorite beverage is a 50-50 mix of Corona and a Shirley Temple. Of course it is. I will now go down about 12 of those to try to make me forget about that first question.

[Thanks to Agent Steinz at the Bog. I think.]