Two sisters came into the room together for a wax. I hadn't seen them since December. When the first woman got on the table, her sister warned me to watch out that a bird didn't fly out of her sister's nest.

It is a beauitfully, blustery day for a Brazilian!

You think we look like a little girl? Get over it. ~waxing rocks!~

If you come to Mark & ME for a bikini wax, please be advised that you will probably leave with a Brazilian.

Yesterday, my foot was so swollen that I tried to sit down to do a Brazilian. The client wasn't being cooperative. She wrapped her leg around my head. No, that wasn't awkward.

Hendrix, Wine, fatigue and stairs can be a bad mix. Your Wax Queen has gracefully sprained her ankle and is sporting crutches. But no worries ladies, I have ripped dozens of women on crutches before and will do so again.

I was embarrassed when a woman said she had a pelt that needed skinning and I didn't know what she meant. I looked the word up in the dictionary and couldn't believe I never heard the word pelt before. Although I was confused, I skinned her beautifully. ~your Brazilian Pelt destroyer~