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.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
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.
The official book premiere of The Happy Hoo-Ha is tomorrow, February 16th, from 4-6pm at The Loving Cup in Rochester New York. They will be featuring signature drinks such as the Brazilian Rainforest and The Happy Hoo-Ha. Is this cool or what?
If you don’t have someone to love your Brazilian, love yourself!
I’m going to be on The Brother Wease Show Friday morning at 9am. I heard he refers to Brazilians as hard wood floors. I don’t think women’s bodies are ever that hard.
Don’t worry, I won’t rip open your stretch marks when I wax you.