Thursday, March 29, 2007

Point your chin to heaven and think of handbags.

Once upon a time, Will and Grace had an exchange that went something like this:

Grace: I'm getting a Belgian wax.
Will: A Belgian wax? What's a Belgian wax?
Grace: It's a regular old wax but it hurts so much I treat myself to a Belgian waffle afterwards.

Well, I just had a Grande Mocha Frappacino and Chocolate Chip Cookie laser treatment.

God fucking damn, that shit hurts!

Who knew my Lamaze training would come in handy for hair removal?

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