Burma Shave.
I prefer Mr Miyagi’s Spa – Wax on, Wax off.
She’s getting waxed for Wayne. He writes birthday card jingles.
I used to live next door to a salon like that. Who knew all the ladies could have such a ripping good time at such a crotchety place?
Does she know more than one line from any poem?
Man, I took “…two roads diverging in a yellow wood…” in an entirely different way from the blonde.
Nothing wrong with non rhyming poetry
I’d like to pick a nit here: The poetry should be coming from the waxer, not the waxee.
Those aren’t really poems … I have loved England, dearly and deeply,Since that first morning, shining and pure,The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeplyOut of the sea that once made her secure …
Hair today, gone tomorrow.
Waxing is a scam, it’s all a big rip off
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art as balmy.
Dan Thompson
pschearer Premium Member about 3 years ago
Burma Shave.
Digital Frog about 3 years ago
I prefer Mr Miyagi’s Spa – Wax on, Wax off.
Kind&Kinder about 3 years ago
She’s getting waxed for Wayne. He writes birthday card jingles.
Display about 3 years ago
I used to live next door to a salon like that. Who knew all the ladies could have such a ripping good time at such a crotchety place?
Doug K about 3 years ago
Does she know more than one line from any poem?
StoicLion1973 about 3 years ago
Man, I took “…two roads diverging in a yellow wood…” in an entirely different way from the blonde.
jasonsnakelover about 3 years ago
Nothing wrong with non rhyming poetry
christelisbetty about 3 years ago
I’d like to pick a nit here: The poetry should be coming from the waxer, not the waxee.
Thinkingblade about 3 years ago
Those aren’t really poems … I have loved England, dearly and deeply,Since that first morning, shining and pure,The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeplyOut of the sea that once made her secure …
P51Strega about 3 years ago
Hair today, gone tomorrow.
Mad Sci about 3 years ago
Waxing is a scam, it’s all a big rip off
gcarlson about 3 years ago
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art as balmy.