Wax On, Wax Off

The following occurred on the afternoon of August 29, 2009. The victim whom we shall from now on refer to as "Dione" purchased a Sally Hansen wax kit on the previous Friday, intending to use it for the waxing of the underarm area. We shall now also refer to the waxer as Olga.

Olga - "Put your arm that way, and you need to move your boob."
Dione - "Ah, ah it's gonna hurt!"
Olga - "Put your arm down, here hold your stuffed -animal redacted-"
Dione - "Ugh, ah, ah, AH! Does it look any different? It doesn't does it?!? It just hurt!"
Olga - "Let's try again. One, two..."
Dione - "Ugh, oh ow, UH!"

Eventually Olga and Dione decided it would be wiser for the victim just to shave her pitts and leave her sensistive underarms alone. Olga though, did decide to wax her big toe, "Just to see what it was like."

Olga - "AHHHHahhhAHHH, Oh my God! Oh, now it's sticky. Bad word, bad word, oh my toe, I'm so sorry. Some came off. Dear God! We should do these to the Iraquis. You're not giving me information. WHAM! AHHH! I will shave for the rest of my life. It's still on there! Oh you gay little strip. I'm done. Amber come here."

Excuse me while I flee for my life.