Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

Unless I can french braid your pubic hair, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve seen worse.

I wrote The Happy Hoo-Ha and The Happy Hen House. What should the third be? The Happy…

I haven’t touched a vagina in eleven days.

Heading back to my wonderfully hairy American Italians. Ciao!

When it’s hot outside, men should trim down their excess body hair instead of wearing extra cologne to mask the smell.

In New York, chicks occasionally scream for Jesus when they’re getting a Brazilian.  I can’t even imagine how much more I would hear his name in Italy!

I saw the sculpture of David today in Florence.  Not only is he a perfect figure of a man, he has no hair.

Today I am not going to blog about Brazilians, Brozilians, Bushes or Beaves.  I just want to put it out there that wine tastes better in Italy. Share this statement if you agree.

I have officially started my third book in The Happy Hoo-Ha trilogy.  I made my daughter laugh which is a good start!

It’s all about going back to your roots.  OK, maybe not your root hair color.