Sunday, May 24, 2009

No one ever tells you not to spray your junk with Scrubbing Bubbles because it burns and will not make it less purple. I just did. You're welcome.

Sweet Jesusaurus, I made a terrible mistake today. It's kind of a sensitive subject, but there's no reason to beat around the bush (you'll see in a second how that is a totally hilarious pun.)

As I mentioned previously, Lemish's Husband and myself are in the home buying process. And because this process is basically an ass raping very expensive, we have been trying to cut back and save as much money as possible. Because of this, I have been trying to do things myself at home that I wouldn't normally try. For instance, I cooked dinner this week. AT HOME! IN OUR KITCHEN! It was crazy. I also vacuumed myself for about five minutes the other day until the whole thing started smoking, shaking, and making a high pitched squeal. I called my husband and told him the vacuum either died or was having some kind of sexual experience. He said "it probably died of shock because someone other than me touched it." I could tell he was proud of me.

So tonight, as another cost saving measure, I thought I could cut back on some of my grooming costs and try an at-home bikini wax. NEVER TRY THIS!!!!

Everything started okay. The wax melted smoothly in the microwave, and I applied it without burning myself. The cloth strip went on easily and I followed the timed directions. However, when I went to remove the strip, something went horribly, horribly wrong.

First of all, fuck. It hurt like nothing I have ever experienced. When I was ten a piece of glass from our fish tank sliced through my ankle after I stomped on it because my mom was being mean and I was trying to teach her a lesson. I had a 5 inch piece of glass covered in fish shit sticking out of my leg for 30 minutes before I got to the hospital, and let me tell you, that pain was NOTHING compared to attempting to pull this wax strip off of my junk.

The other problem, after I awoke from my pain induced blackout, was that the wax was not coming off completely. Some of it was stuck to my body and some of it was stuck to the strip. So what was left was, forgive me for this image, a big, sticky, purple mess of pubic hair, skin, and wax. By this point there was also wax, and hair, and skin, stuck to my hands. So everything I tried to touch to help get this shit off of me was also now covered in wax, and hair, and skin. It was fucking disgusting.

I attempted to clean myself off in the shower, but it really didn't do much. I spent about an hour and a half in there trying every cleaning product I could think of. Finally my husband came up to see what the hell was going on and he found me spraying my junk with a bottle of Scrubbing Bubbles. He looked all flustered and kind of backed away saying, "Oh. I was just coming to see if you were okay. You'd been up here for a while..... Looks like you have everything under control here...." And then he left. I tried to drop the bottle of Scrubbing Bubbles to explain myself, but it was stuck to my hand. I had no choice but to keep scrubbing.

Finally I had rubbed enough skin off so that I couldn't see anymore purple gunk, and I figured I was good. So I got out of the shower and got dressed. I soon realized that I was NOT good. I was still sticky as a motherfucker. My underwear was completely glued to me. There was also a bunch of fuzz stuck to me from when I sat down on a blanket on the bed. I tried to wipe it off with some tissue and rubbing alcohol, and now that is stuck to me as well.

So my crotch is totally beginning to look like one of those japanese katamari balls and I think my ass might be stuck to my desk chair. Good times.

6 comments:

Swistle said...

Favorite parts:

1. Jesusaurus
2. forgive me for this image
3. ...Looks like you have everything under control here...

miss k said...

seconded...

sweet jesusaurus, please turn this stuff into a book... it's like reading a female version of david sedaris - it's just that level of greatness!

Tracy Lynn said...

I now know what a katamari ball is and I BLAME YOU.

Excellent giraffe, by the way.

Miss Yvonne said...

This post is like a public service announcement for vaginas.

Heidi M. said...

Sweet Jesusaurus is right.

Next time, try this: http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/catalog/shop_product_detail.jsp;jsessionid=ChWdKbxJ8SKjMPN6dJyjXKh2JhXYFJPwxC23svbthLvr8Bdm16fJ!129243578?filterBy=default&skuId=339831&productId=339831&navAction=push&navCount=1&no_new_crumb=true

No more katamari bush! :-)

Traycina said...

Let's hope you did your cooking at home PRIOR to your permanent state of pube hands.