When do you know it has been too long since your last Brazilian? When you take a bath with your two year old and she asks you why you have a “black bajina.”

Yesterday I had to work through some pretty heavy terrain in the glorious jungles of Brazil. Today I feel like I was mauled by a wild animal from that very same jungle.

Sunday is Easter. The only place your man should find Easter grass is in a child’s basket, not yours.

A new client told her friend she was going to get her vagina violated.

I woke up this morning and was plagued with that nagging question, “what do chicks do in prison about their pubic hair?” They obviously don’t get Brazilians and I can’t imagine they are allowed to use razors.

A husband left money on the kitchen counter for his wife to take care of her “situation” and he wasn’t referring to the dude from The Jersey Shore.

My back must look really comfy, because I have many clients who don’t even bother to try to hold their left leg up. They just rest it on my back like they’re chilling back on a recliner. I guess it’s a good sign that I make people at ease while I’m hurting their hoo-ha’s.

Women often giggle when they get Brazilians. It seems to be the way some people cope with the pain. I had another first happen at Mark & M.E. recently. I had a man giggle while I gave him a Brozillian. Although he apologized for laughing throughout the service, I thought it was hysterical.

The week before spring break is very busy at the salon. A woman told me that since she couldn’t control the amount of weight she gained before her cruise, at least she could control the hair that stuck out of her bathing suit.

I visited another college campus this weekend and realized a college would be a perfect place to set up a Brazilian salon. There were girls everywhere!