:roflmao:

This is funny.

(I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but....WHAT A HOOT!)
:roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao:
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of
easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the
wax. Read on..........



My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play
with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind
for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the
medicine cabinet."

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those
cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips
together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them
to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am
mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) :huh:

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I
get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax,"
yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it
tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body
hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinairre.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak
back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop
my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my
bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the
inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace
myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! :roflmao:

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip
CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.

I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I
hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so
much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory
that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? :yikes:

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still! perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake..
remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do
something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut.
Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think
to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"
What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand
into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should
melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture
prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is
having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in
scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself
to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago
to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! :fone:

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret
of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt
and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but
she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where
the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and
she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we
go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with
a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in
hot wax, glued shut, stuck ! to the tub in super hot water and then
dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity
has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic
Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the
lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY
GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of
my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!!

It works !!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.
I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief
and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT! :banghead:

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! :truce:

A Man's guide to PMS
 

Owwwwwch!!! I feel that pain! :eek:


The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other!



1.DANGEROUS: 2.SAFER: 3.SAFEST: 4.ULTRA SAFE:

1. What's for dinner?
2. Can I help you with dinner?
3. Where would you like to go for dinner?
4. Here, have some wine.

1. Are you wearing that?
2. Wow, you sure look good in brown!
3. WOW! Look at you!
4. Here, have some wine

1. What are you so worked up about?
2. Could we be overreacting?
3. Here's my paycheck.
4. Here, have some wine.

1. Should you be eating that?
2. You know, there are a lot of apples left.
3. Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that?
4. Here, have some wine.

1. What did you DO all day?
2. I hope you didn't over-do it today.
3. I've always loved you in that robe!
4. Here, have some more wine.




13 Things PMS Stands For:
1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift
3. Perpetual Munching Spree
4. Puffy Mid-Section
5. People Make me Sick
6. Provide Me (with) Sweets
7. Pardon My Sobbing
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff,
and my favorite one,
13. Potential Murder Suspect



Pass this on to all of your hormonal friends and those who might need a good laugh! ...Or men who need a warning.


{The first "bit" was supposed to be in tabular form - but it wouldn't Copy/Paste properly!}

DM

A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the
answer to the question "Where do pets come from?"

Adam and Eve said, "Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked
with us every day. Now we do not see you any more. We are lonesome
here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us."

And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with
you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you
will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish
or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept
you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves."


And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.

And it was a good animal.

And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve, and he
wagged his tail.

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the
Kingdom, and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."

And God said, " I have created this new animal to be a reflection
of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name,
and you will call him DOG."

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and
loved them.

And they were comforted.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and
said, "Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut
and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of
adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but
perhaps too well."

And God said, "I will create for them a companion who will be with
them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind
them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not
always worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.

And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat's
eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.

And Adam and Eve learned humility.

And they were greatly improved.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was happy.

And Cat didn't give a shit one way or the other.

:roflmao: ^^^^ :roflmao:

(That's for all 3 jokes!)

*Meow* Too funny!!!

a few days after christmas, a mother was cooking in the kitchen and listening to her son playing with his new electric train in the play room. she heard the train stop and then her son said, "all you sons of bitches who want off, get the fuck off 'cause this is the last stop! and all you fuckheads who are getting on, get on 'cause we're haulin ass!"

the mom was shocked at her son's potty mouth so she went in there to tell him, "we do not use that kind of language in this house. you will to go to your room, young man, and stay there for two hours and think about why it is unacceptable to use that kind of language. when you come back out, you may play with your train again but i better not hear any more foul language out of you, mister."

about two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. the mom heard the train stop again and then her son said, "all passengers who are disembarking from the train, please kindly remember to take all of your belongings with you. we thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. we hope you will ride with us again soon. for those of you just boarding, we ask that you to stow all of your luggage securely under your seat. please remember there is no smoking on the train. we hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."

just as she was about to go into the play room to tell him how happy she was that he remembered not to use any curse words, the little boy said, "and for those of you who are pissed off about the TWO FUCKING HOUR delay, please see the cunt in the kitchen."

Recently a man had to go to the hospital to have his wedding ring
Cut off from his penis after his girlfriend found the ring in his pants
pocket and go so mad at him she stuck it on him while he was asleep.

Which is Worse?
1) having your girlfriend find out you're married.
2) explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got on your penis.
3) Or finding out your penis fits through your wedding ring.

well, my penis is puffickly huge so no. 3 isn't an issue. :p

:wtp:

they blew away.

Two young boys meet, first day of Kindergarten.

"My father's a doctor."

"Oh?"

"Yes, a surgeon."

"My father's a lawyer."

"Honest?"

"No, just tho ordinary kind."

A blind man was walking down the street with his dog. They stopped at the corner to wait for the passing traffic. The dog, at this point, started pissing on the mans leg. As the dog finished the man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a doggie treat and started waving it at the dog. A passerby saw all the events happening and was shocked. He approached the blind man and asked how he could possibly reward the dog for such a nasty deed. The blind man replied. "Oh I'm not rewarding him, I'm just trying to find his head so I can kick his ass."

A guy walks into a bar, sits down, and asks,
"Bartender, got any specials today?"



Bartender answers, "Yes, as a matter of
Fact we have a new drink, invented by
A gynecologist patron of ours.



It's a mix of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer and Smirnoff Vodka."



The guy asks, "Good grief, what do you call that?"



The bartender replied, "It's a "Pabst Smir."

Verrrrrrrrrrrrrry good.