I haven't made a post in the past ten days because I sank into a deep state of depression. I had the same nightmare every night - I was woken up in my hotel room in Baton Rouge by what I thought was a screaming baby...except it was a million screaming body hairs wailing at the thought of their eventual sticky death. It got me thinking..."death by waxing" to a hair must be like "death by maple syrup" to humans.
I hit rock bottom last week when I lunged for some hairs that were about to go down my shower drain and tried to stick them back on my chest (it didn't work...)
Anyways, I'm back now, and my business mindset has taken over. This shit's gonna be expensive, so I'm going to Lake Charles today to win me some money. Commme onnnnn seven! Daddy needs his chest waxed!!!!
Now the real question is, do I bet on black (hair?) or bed on red (the inevitable bloodshed that will ensue with each rip of wax/fabric?)????
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