Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

When your husband calls your vagina a fur-gina, it’s time for a Brazilian.

Woman can be very particular about what kind of purse they carry and what they put in it. So when a woman referred to her lady parts as her pocketbook, I can only think she is reinforcing the fact that her hoo-ha is one of her prized possessions and she is particular about what she puts in it.

Two sisters came into the room together for a wax. I hadn’t seen them since December. When the first woman got on the table, her sister warned me to watch out that a bird didn’t fly out of her sister’s nest.

It is a beauitfully, blustery day for a Brazilian!

You think we look like a little girl? Get over it.
~waxing rocks!~

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.