Brazil Nuts
Ask any kindergarten kid. What’s more than a million? A brazilian. And that is approximately how many hairs were removed from my ball sack. With wax. Quickly. By a stranger. Let me take a step back. Like I posted before, Mrs. Said and I are swingers. It is official as of a couple days ago. We had our first session of synchronized infidelity. In contrast to religious teachings, my head did not pop off. Oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth on pro and con sides of the swinging issue. People who swing stay married. Or get divorced. People who [...]






