Brazilian Wax Part 1

Let's face it, my blog is amazing. I think my head just grew a little with that statement. Between my Awkward Wayne Moments and the Emaciated Liverwurst Sandwich I'm surprised that I haven't won a Nobel Peace Prize yet. Perhaps Clark should get working on the paperwork for our discovery of the sixth state of matter so that I can get recognized for something.

Needless to say, I've been running out of crazy things to write about. Though I'm not sure whether it's a lack of ideas or that my creative brain has been going into overdrive. Without even realizing my lack of ideas, Berman suggested a topic that was quite appealing: Brazilian Waxing. I was going to write an entire entry on waxing, and all the creative designs you can wax/shave into your nether regions. During my search though, I came across this photo:

I kid you not. My initial interweb search was for Bikini Wax and this image popped up. 

What...the...fuck...

Now that I have the urge to once again gouge out my eyeballs with the stems from the grapes Rachel is currently eating, I shall take a new stab at this entry tomorrow night. After I recover from what appears to be a medical mannequin covered in rancid fish guts.