Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

If you come to Mark & ME for a bikini wax, please be advised that you will probably leave with a Brazilian.

Yesterday, my foot was so swollen that I tried to sit down to do a Brazilian. The client wasn’t being cooperative. She wrapped her leg around my head. No, that wasn’t awkward.

Hendrix, Wine, fatigue and stairs can be a bad mix. Your Wax Queen has gracefully sprained her ankle and is sporting crutches. But no worries ladies, I have ripped dozens of women on crutches before and will do so again.

I was embarrassed when a woman said she had a pelt that needed skinning and I didn’t know what she meant. I looked the word up in the dictionary and couldn’t believe I never heard the word pelt before. Although I was confused, I skinned her beautifully.
~your Brazilian Pelt destroyer~

People love to grab my ass when I am waxing them. It happens more often then you think. Last week, a lady was trying so hard to hold onto it that her torso was falling off the table, and if I hadn’t yelled at her to get back on the table, she would have fallen on me.

Be particular about who sees your Brazilian. A client told me if the man doesn’t have mojo of the mouth, don’t let him go South.

A grown woman with kids was so nervous and jumpy when I gave her a Brazilian, she accidentally stabbed me with her fake nails and made me bleed.

Still troubled by Brother Wease’s description of his wine stained colored starfish. Sorry gang, but I’m sticking with Brazilians, not backsides.

A woman was desperate to get a Brazilian yesterday because her man finally went and got the blue pill.

I have a clean up station for women to use after I finish their Brazilian. A girl told me that the last time she came in, she could have made a salad in her ass because she used so much oil.