Snakes, lady-parts….I can’t make this stuff up!
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
I love when my friends share artwork with me. Lady-parts are my life and I am fascinated by all of the interpretations.
My massage therapist cancelled her last appointment with me because she has tendonitis in her thumb. We rescheduled for today. I teased her that one of the main reasons I get massages is due to the tendonitis in my hands. She told me she wasn’t able to grip. I have that problem too. I told her that there are times when the hair is so dense and my grip is so weak that I contemplate using my teeth.
A gentleman with an extremely heavy Indian accent came in for a Brazilian Wax because he was “curious.” Although his hair waxed easily and his skin looked great, he wasn’t very tolerant of the service. And even though we talked throughout the entire service, he was difficult to understand. As we were chatting, I asked him what his plans were for the evening and what he said was very clear to understand. He told me he was going home to “ice his balls.”
The joys of online dating!
Notice the message at the bottom of the picture. Yep, another client has been corrupted by her Brazilian Wax Technician.
We’ve been jamming to 90’s music at Wax It All the past 2 days. At one point during the day, a girl came in that I hadn’t seen since the beginning of May. She was very hairy. We were chatting and singing to the fun music and I was happy to see her again in spite of her overgrown situation. When I had her leg in the air, I realized it was the perfect time to sing with the song. As soon as the hair was removed, I sang
“Whoot, there it is!”
When a new client got on the table for a Brazilian Bikini Wax, she told me that I didn’t need to do her backside. Apparently she had been going to a different salon in Rochester for quite some time and since they always took 45 minutes just doing the front, she never let them wax between her cheeks. I spent about 10 minutes doing her wax and we laughed the entire time. She was easy to wax and her skin didn’t get red or irritated. The perfect client. When I asked her to roll on her side, she did but with hesitation. I told her that once I give a woman a Brazilian, we become friends. And my motto has always been that friends don’t let friends leave the salon with a hairy hiney.
Another reason to wax.
Yes, it’s official, I tend to corrupt the people around me. My girlfriend sent me this pic and said “I thought this girl was engulfed by a giant vagina!”