I watch you undress. Skid marks on your panties makes me nervous about touching you naked.

I try hard not to pass judgement, but when your hair on your hoo-ha is long enough to braid…

Waxing is liberating. Kind of like going commando.

Would you rather play on stucco or silk? Stop shaving.

I thought going into the bush meant going to Australia.

Two sisters were in the room together and the one on the table said she couldn’t take the pain. The sister not getting waxed asked her what she was going to do when she had a baby? She said that by the time she was ready, they’d have a new system.

Just a reminder. Tell your friends. A happy hoo-ha is a hair free hoo-ha.

It helps to have a little flexibility when I am trying to wax down under. A young girl with some very tight hamstrings said “I am not very flexible. I feel sorry for all the guys who try to have sex with me.”

I asked a woman “when was the last time you had sex?”

She replied, “alone? or with someone else?”

OK new girl, you gave me a great blog yesterday when you told me your man prefers hardwood to Berber. Priceless!