I'm Turkish and I guess I am glad the waxing of the shibshib and c-nut to a silky, smooth hairless, overexposed wonder is not called a Turkish. We Turks have enough to overcome with Midnight Express, cabbies who masturbate while driving and Mehmet Oz, but I digress.
The Brazilian unites. I was at a party on Saturday night and had three wide-eyed, completely enthralled women around me--intently listening to the wonders of how the Brazilian will change your life. And really, it does not hurt that much. They had never before met anyone who actually enjoyed the process...
So, one of the women I got along wonderfully with later Facebooked me and we are now friends. Because of me, she made an appointment to get the Brazilian. Upon seeing her FB picture, I realized that she is a neighbor of a friend of mine. And she has a little boy--that my son once said "fuck you" to.... I wonder if she realizes I am fuck boy's mom....maybe once the Brazilian changes her life, she'll forgive me.
This town is too small.
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