Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

When I encounter unpleasant lady parts, I just try to find some humor in it.
~my Brazilian coping mechanism~

When I was in beauty school, I tried to get out of taking the wax class, because the idea of waxing any body part on someone scared the shit out of me. Oh, how things have changed.

By the time I roll you on your side, we have cemented our friendship. No worries, I have enough room in my heart for as many BFF’s as I can find.
~your Brazilian Friend Forever~

My license plate says wax it all. Someone thought it said wax tail. That works too.

A girl told me that she hated wearing a weave in the summer because they are so hot. I told her that is why she needed to keep up with the weave down below.
~Brazilian Advice~

Celebrate your Happy Hoo-Ha with a quick rip and a laugh.

A man was so nervous and sweaty during his first Brazilian that he rolled onto his side and right off the table.

You buy a Groupon for a Brazilian. She burns your skin so badly that you can’t exercise or play with it for several days and need to use Neosporin on it just to be comfortable enough to walk around. Once the burn subsides, you realize she broke your hair and now it’s stubbly. That’s what I call a deal.

A man came into the room with his wife for her wax. While her leg was in the air, he put a dollar on her stomach and told me it was all I can eat under a dollar.

Brazilians give you a sense of confidence that is hard to explain.