As many of you know, we have a small dog named Bandit that often comes to the salon. There are times that you may have even seen Mark grooming him. Yesterday, a girl said she was going to ask if we did pet grooming when she called for the appointment. Since Mark does such a good job with Bandit, I thought she really wanted her pet groomed. Nope, she meant the pet between her legs.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
The same cop said he’d rather be in a fist fight every day of the week and twice on Sunday’s then get the middle of his back waxed.
~waxing men are so funny!~
I was waxing a cop’s back when he said he’d rather be tasered then have his neck waxed.
I don’t understand why people cop an attitude when they come in for a Brazilian. Don’t they know how much power I have with that hot wax, Popsicle stick and their privates? A girl found us online and read the reviews and checked out our website. She walks into the salon and asks me, in a fairly rude manner, if I have any experience. I smiled and said that not only have I been waxing for 20 years, I also wrote a book about it. So, yea, I have a little experience.
Who needs shark week to live dangerously? Get a Brazilian!
It hurted. It hurted, said the new client. Yep, sometimes proper English goes out the window when you get a Brazilian.
Men try to be so strong when they get Brazilians, but you know they are dying when they grit their teeth and beg me to be done down there.
Apple peaches pumpkin pie.
I got a Brazilian and now I can fly!
I had to drag two new clients in from the parking lot. They were so nervous about getting their Brazilians, they were just standing next to their car not making any effort to walk towards the entrance.
A girl stopped waxing because her man was being lazy and wasn’t grooming his junk. One day, he sent her a picture of his bad penis. She called me right away.