- Apr 4, 2007
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They wax EVERYTHING down there including your pubes, butt hair, and everything in between. Would you do it?
Would you get a Brazilian wax for $500?
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megatron
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- Aug 31, 2011
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i'm mad hairy... and 500 can't buy me what I want in 2011, so no. but i would wax my entire body neck down for some front row kanye tickets or backstage meet n greet for watch the throne
- Dec 23, 2006
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Yep
- Oct 17, 2008
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Have you ever tried pulling on a pube, hurts like hell well before it could be pulled out.
I can't imagine the pain of waxing the whole area.
With that said, yes, I'll do it for the money, a funny story to tell, and to quench my twisted, masochistic curiosity.
I can't imagine the pain of waxing the whole area.
With that said, yes, I'll do it for the money, a funny story to tell, and to quench my twisted, masochistic curiosity.
james earl zones
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- Apr 6, 2009
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I already shave or trim damn near everything so I'd take the wax no prob. $500 easy.
I'd wax Ron Jeremy for $25k, throw in another $10k and I'd do Roseanne Barr too.
I'd wax Ron Jeremy for $25k, throw in another $10k and I'd do Roseanne Barr too.
- May 18, 2009
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$500? Easy.
- May 15, 2005
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$500 is too expensive.
- Jun 28, 2003
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One of my homies got a brazilian wax after he convinced his gf to take a sick day from work, which she never did before. The reason he got it was because my other friend suggested that if his gf called in sick he should get a brazilian wax in exchange. We went to the spa and laughed our %%+#% off chilling right outside the room he was getting waxed. Homie was screaming and shouting so loud almost the whole place heard him. The workers laughed too. Keep in mind this dude popped half a pill too right before
whyhellothere
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hell yeah, im sick of paying for them
- Nov 11, 2007
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hellz yeah
- Jan 3, 2006
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Prolly not
http://www.craigslist.org...t/best/lax/35274458.html
Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble $##%@@+$.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my %#*-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my %#* of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My %#* was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic #++%- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky #++%/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my %#* off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering #++%/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my %#* cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own #++% blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my %#* at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for %#*-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your %#* having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR %#*-HAIR!
http://www.craigslist.org...t/best/lax/35274458.html
Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble $##%@@+$.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my %#*-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my %#* of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My %#* was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic #++%- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky #++%/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my %#* off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering #++%/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my %#* cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own #++% blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my %#* at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for %#*-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your %#* having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR %#*-HAIR!
- Jul 4, 2009
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You people saying yes obviously don't know how painful it is. Shoot me 1k though and I'm in there.
curbyourenthusiasm
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- May 1, 2011
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Originally Posted by 2o6
hell yeah, im sick of paying for them
explain your avy
and yeah......id do it for 500.
im a mediterranean hairy guy too
i cant take it.
as far as the article dude posted...it was midly funny but nah
i keep it all clean down there.....$$# hair sucks.
(dont ever SHAVE any pubic hair whatsoever, itll always itch. i use clippers, never down to the skin or below the skin)
- Nov 3, 2005
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I cant imagine being the person who waxes someones balls etc.
- Jul 15, 2006
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sure... Why not
aceofjays
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- Apr 18, 2005
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Wax on, wax off. Gimme my money.
- May 31, 2008
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Id pay 250 nothing more
- Jul 19, 2008
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You had it done before?
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- Sep 28, 2005
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that means itd be free on my end so yes
- Nov 12, 2006
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Dude's sig (different meaning, but I lol'ed)
$500? sure.
