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Friday, October 5, 2012

Adventures with Pubic Hair

Why is having the smallest amount of pubic hair associated with Brazil; the 5th largest country in the world?

Everyone is at war with their pubic hair.  Even my mother called me and asked if she should get a landing strip or hardwood floors.  Puberty should be the last time a mother talks to her daughter about pubic hair.

I started my pubic hair jihad with waxing.  I walked in to the salon looking like Zack Galafinakis was doing a stand up routine between my legs.  The woman had me in so many positions I felt like I was trying out for Cirque du Soleil.  I kept that woman pretty busy.  She has carpal tunnel now.

If you leave a professional wax confused, kinda ashamed, looking all around, wondering if you were just violated, that means you got a good quality wax-----AND you’re now in Cirque du Soleil.  So leave your perpetrator a big tip. 

I then tried home waxing.  Not as easy as you might think.  My pussy ended up looking like a dog--with mange.  Now my dog is afraid of my vagina.

I moved on to laser hair removal.  The woman said to me was “Let’s see how you are wearing it now.”  How am I wearing it now? Are we talking about a scarf?

Then she busts out her calculator and quickly begins punching numbers.  "Ok we charge $10 dollars per square foot.  You have about half an acre.  Looks like we could give you your current style for $800.00.”      

I can’t afford $800.00.  I considered my options.  I could get the Freddie Mercury.  Maybe the Alexander Hamilton.  Or the Justin Beiber.  The Barak Obama is really popular right now.  But the OJ Simpson’s on sale for $400.00.

But, in the end, I ponied up the $800 bucks and got the full Honey Boo Boo.  Too bad my vagina still smells like a dumpster in Chinatown filled with rotting fish heads on a hot summer day.


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4 comments:

  1. OK - Still loving your blog - Just picked myself off the floor I am laughing so much!

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  2. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Both you and menopausal momma are directly responsible for me getting up and going again....100% responsible. Thank you! XO

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  3. Menopausalmother.blogspot.comOctober 6, 2012 at 1:59 PM

    Is it possible to die from laughter?? Girl, I needed this SO BAD because things have been really shitty around here lately. Pubic hair jihad? Zack Galafinakis? Cirque du Soleol?? How do you come up with this stuff? Pure genius, my friend. You are so damn good at this--thank you for bringing laughter into my day.

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  4. Kyla @ Mommy's WeirdOctober 7, 2012 at 9:19 PM

    Dying... Dying... LOL.

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