Jennifer

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“♥GUESS WHAT
i lOVE SOMEONE,
YES i DO,
i lOVE SOMEONE,
CAN YOU GUESS WHO?
i lOVE SOMEONE,
COUlD iT BE TRUE??
Oh STOP SMiliNG!!!
it AiN'T YOU!!
j/k YOU kNOW
i lOVE YOU!!
SEND THIS 2 5 0F Y0UR FREiENDS
THAT Y0U ABS0LUTELY L0VE T0 DEATH!

1 BACK= SAD U HAVE N0 FRIENDS
3 BACK= Y0U HAVE FRIENDS!!
5 BACK= THEY L0VE Y0U AL0T♥"

I miss You

Happy Day girl

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY
GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only
managed to pull off half the strip. OH NO! What have I
done???!!! Another deep breath and RRIIP! P!!
Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass
out...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???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the
toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the
strip. I touch. I am touching wax.

WHAT?! 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. My LIFE FLASHES
BEFORE ME!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.

*hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? 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

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their
promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady,
scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.


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!?!)

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 extraordinaire.

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 one strip across the right side
of my bikini line, covering the right half of my
*hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt
cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and
brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY
GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only
managed to pull off half the strip

FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.

REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.



FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs

REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM



FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up... but that shit was fun"



FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.

REAl FRiENDS: cry with you



FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.



FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.

REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.



FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.



FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.

REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"



FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.

REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.



FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.

REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."



FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.

REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out



FAKE FRiENDS: Would ignore this

REAl FRiENDS: Will send this to all there real friends and hope to get it back

Hey honey you need to do something to your page hehehe love you bunches..... Chris