After a bad experience while waxing her hoo-hah*, a Brit woman summarizes her experience:
“My fanny* looks like a bright pink newborn panda, but at least the hair is gone. So is my will to live and half the products in my bathroom, but at this point I’ll salvage a win wherever I can.”
Read the whole thing; it’s like a Mr. Bean episode.
BTDT. It was like being tarred and feathered – everything stuck to me. All trying to get ready for a date…
Was your date properly appreciative of your efforts? [he asked innocently]
“Read the whole thing.”
Not a chance. I have no interest whatsoever in what some random stranger on another continent is doing to her genitals.
Actually, the story has little to do with her genitalia — it’s high comedy. Think of Niles Crane trying to iron his trousers…
The semi-literate who wrote the story said that “…the situation became increasingly dyer”. Rolleyes.