Many moons ago, I had a baby on Labor Day. The following year, I had another baby on Labor Day again. It is funny, because I did not know what Brazilians were back then and I did not have one. Now I cringe at the thought of being hairy on this momentous holiday.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
No one has ever thrown up on me during a Brazilian, and, honestly, I have never worried about that happening either. Yesterday, there was a close call.
A man was curious when he learned his girl made an appointment to get a Brazilian. He wanted to know if I was going to touch her where she pees. I never really thought of it that way, but I guess I do.
Getting cheated on is bad. Getting cheated on while you’re pregnant is worse. But getting cheated on with a prostitute while you’re pregnant deserves dismemberment.
~Brazilian Vigilante~
Women scream some interesting expressions when they get Brazilians. “Fuck Balls” is one of my favorites to date.
Seeking twitter fans to help me meet Howard Stern. I think he’d love Sassysnatch & The Happy Hoo-Ha. If I can get more friends to hashtag Howard on my behalf, maybe I’ll get a chance. Let me know your message. And remember, life is good when your Hoo-Ha is Happy.
A young woman took off her pants and I noticed that her black pubic hair actually looked gray. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was completely covered with baby powder.
~another Brazilian no-no~
One of my clients got a Groupon for a Brazilian at another salon. The girl didn’t wear gloves and refused to do the inside of the lips and the butt. And, oh yea, she took a really long time. Happy to have the client back at Mark & M.E.
If I skip the sac, men are actually much easier then women to wax.
I almost sprayed someone’s parts with Febreeze yesterday.
~bewildered brazilian tech~