Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

Sticks and Stones can break your bones,
but prickly pubes can really hurt you.
~get your Brazilian today!~

It can be fun to scare small children with dark, spooky places and cobwebs during the Halloween season. What isn’t fun is having the person who enjoys your lady parts rummaging through darkness and cobwebs. Don’t scare anyone with your haunted forest. Get a Brazilian before the 31st.

Just cuz the sun ain’t shining doesn’t mean you can’t keep the sun shining down below. Brazilians aren’t just for summertime.

I met a college girl last night who said she would never get a Brazilian, because she wouldn’t want anyone seeing her parts. First, we all have the same parts. Second, I focus on the nasty hair and not your parts. Third, I prefer men’s parts. And, finally, once you feel the pain from the first rip, you’ll forget about me seeing your parts.

After sharing with you that one of my clients told her toddler I was a doctor (to justify why I was touching her hiney), I had a Facebook friend refer to me as a Bush Doctor, which I think is a wonderful description of my services. I don’t think it’s necessary to put an MD next to my name, however, just a PHD. The Pretty Hoo-Ha Doctor. I like that better.
~M.E. Your Brazilian PHD~

A lady brought her toddler into the room while she got her Brazilian. The little girl was eating a snack and playing with a toy. It didn’t look like she was paying any attention at all to what we were doing. When they left the salon, the little girl asked her mom why I touched her hiney. The mom told her I was a doctor.

I have waxed females aged 13-75 and often get asked if there is an age limit or if I require parental consent. Waxing isn’t permanent, like a tattoo, so there is no need for consent. And although it may seem shocking to some that a 13 year old would want a Brazilian, have you seen our young teens lately? They are more developed at 13 then I was at 25.

Women like to share their pet names for their lady parts with me. One woman calls it her “hen house.” I was confused at first thinking about laying eggs and lots of hay covering the area. But she cleared up the confusion when she said it’s the place where all the cocks want to go.

My raccoon lady said she had been wanting to get a Brazilian at Mark & M.E. since she was 18 years old. I wasn’t sure how old she was, but I have learned that the longer you wait, the more nervous you become. So I asked her how old she was. She was 30. That explained a lot.

The raccoon lady wouldn’t stop closing her legs on me, so there was a lot of wax embedded in a large mound of hair in the center. When I finally found the leverage and right angle to remove the mound (by holding her knee down and having her man hold her other one), I showed her the stubborn glob of hair. She called it her wolf pet.
the Brazilian animal story continues…