I was sitting on the beach talking to someone I had just met. Surprisingly, we started talking about Brazilians. She said that she studied women’s history and read that prostitutes used to shave their entire pubic area to prove that they didn’t have lice. I thought that was very interesting.

If it ain’t bald when I meet it, it’s bald when I leave it.
~Fondly, your Brazilian Bushwhacker~

Since my blog has been so well received the past couple years, I went ahead and published my manuscript. On Christmas Day, my book became available on Kindle. After a very loud scream, I started to cry. I put a ton of work into this project and it really happened. Seeing my name on Amazon is so surreal. The book was written to entertain and in some ways to educate, although there are times I know you will probably cringe. My dedication to pussies has finally paid off. The Happy Hoo-Ha is really happy!

Christmas is a time to love one another unconditionally, even if you did leave too much tinsel on your tree.

This is such a hectic time in our lives that I think we should all chill out and enjoy our Brazilians.

Mark is a hairdresser. He never learned to wax. Yesterday he gave me a Brazilian in less than 10 minutes. Once again I am truly baffled by all of the technicians that are specifically trained to do Brazilians and take forever to do one. It just doesn’t make sense.

I feel like one of Santa’s little helpers.
~your Brazilian Elf~

A guy told his girl he was going to play the song “Welcome To The Jungle” every time he took her pants off. It was time for a Brazilian.

Give your reindeer a smooth landing.

I left a Christmas Tree on the top of a woman’s bikini line. It was very festive. I told her she needed to tell her man to leave a present under her tree.