My mom was reading The Happy Hen House and called me to say that there was a lot of funny and interesting talk about Brazilians. Yep, that’s the point.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
Whether you’re riding the Soul Train or enjoying the sandy beaches of Brazil, I wish everyone a Happy Hoo-Ha Holiday.
Bowel movement, bath, Brazilian. These three words are not interchangeable.
Sometimes you’d think I was sodomizing women with watermelons with the way that they scream and carry on. Trust me, there are no watermelons in the wax room.
I went to a busy restaurant last night called Tony D’s where Brother Wease, who is one of our popular local disc jockeys, likes to hang out. Whenever I have been on the radio, Wease has a special pet name that he calls me. So people may not know my name is M.E. Nesser, but many of them knew that I was The Vagina Lady.
A woman walked into the wax room and said she brought me a wolf pack. And she wasn’t kidding. She could have been hiding a pack of wolves in that mound!
I’m getting ready to go on 95.1 this morning. Brother Wease has been a big supporter of the Hoo-Ha and not only do I hope you get a chance to listen to some of the broadcast, I’d love for some of you to call in with something funny or clever to add to our discussion. It is all of you and your vaginas that make me funny and I think it’s our civil duty to spread the joy.
In “The Happy Hen House” there is a chapter entitled WTF. It has to do with moments in my life where I couldn’t help but use that expression. This morning I woke up and had a WTF moment. I’m 49 years old today. It doesn’t seem real. But aside from a few aches and pains, I really don’t feel any different than I did at 25. I know I look a bit older in the mirror, but my heart and my head are still young, happy and totally energized. So I want to shout out to everyone in my life, professionally and personally, for helping me stay forever young.
The woman from yesterday, who was worried I’d rip off her clit or her hemorrhoid, was so anxious about the waxing that after I pulled a strip from between her legs, she closed her knees around my arm and wouldn’t let go. It felt like I was trapped in a vice, and the look on her face said that she was never letting go.