Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

I need to take a minute and thank all of the women who have entrusted me with their precious pusses. This past year was incredible. Yes, I was kicked, sworn at, peed, sweated and farted on, pushed against and squeezed to name a few, but, most importantly, I met some really awesome women and I laughed. In fact, I laughed a lot and loved every minute of my job. So to all you amazing ladies with your luscious hoo-ha’s, Thank you!

New Year. New Beginnings. New Ways to enjoy your wax.

On this last day of the year, I hope everyone finds a way to pay some kind of tribute to that incredible part of the woman’s body that brings life unto this magnificent Earth.

With the New Year approaching, you may want to try a new look. I can leave a triangle on the front of your pubis. It seems to be a popular look these days. And it can represent an arrow in case your man is directionally challenged.

Ok I’m a little behind on your blog posts….but this one made me laugh out loud because I refer to you as “RipZilla”

If Jenny 8675309 ever came on while you were waxing my ass, I would probably shit myself..and on you too 🙁

It can be really funny what song comes on the radio while I am doing a wax. “Hurts so good” is always an appropriate jingle. While I was waxing a woman named Caroline, “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond came on the radio and she started singing. As the song was ending, she said that she would definitely be sweet when I finished with her.

When a woman turned on her side so I could wax that forbidden backside, she told me that only her momma had ever been back in that area.

I heard that some salons give you an ice pack after your wax. I really don’t think that icing should be necessary unless the technician had a hard time trying to remove the hair and an unusual amount of swelling occurred. I think ice should be used exclusively for the cocktail that you have after your wax to celebrate just how damn sexy you are.

I know that I can cause clients some discomfort, but it always makes me a little nervous when I look at their face and see that their glasses are fogged up.