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Thursday, June 19, 2003
A little off the, uh...
One more in the long list of things I neither understand nor want to know.
Sorry. I�ve been trying to think of something else to write about, but the fact of the matter is I�m still kinda flummoxed over the idea of people paying large amounts of cash to have strangers rip all the hair out of their swimsuit areas. $45 � $75 to get your coochie mowed? All so you can have genitals that look like they belong on a 10-year-old? Hmmm� think I�d pass on that one.
Also, I feel bad for the people doing the actual waxing. I mean, yeah, they�re gettin� paid for it, and I�m reasonably sure nobody is being forced to do it against their will. But still, applying wax to assholes, literally, for eight hours a day, has got to be a drag after the initial novelty wears off. Although it might liven up an otherwise ho-hum resume.
bmarkey 6/19/2003 05:37:00 PM