My Broken Goul

So, apparently I broke my vagina.  Again.  But in honor of Halloween I am going to call it a goul.  Only now Halloween is over and calling it a goul doesn’t really make sense but neither do I so…GOUL it is!  It is definately not as broken as this time …but what is it with me and bad waxing episodes? I mean all I want is to be neat and trim and not some fury Sasquatch, is that so much to fucking ask. Apparently so!

Oh and this time I was doing it my self which usually ends up working out just fine but it takes way too long and its way too messy and I am just not that much of a contortionist to be really efficient.  Three strips in and Boom….broken Goul. How broken…bruised and battered kind of broken.  So broken, I couldn’t even look at it…so broken the thought of putting on pants hurt.  So broken,  I may just go all Nanuk of the north down south! 

Then I came to my senses after I came across this…

sasquatch

You can thank Me later for that image burned into your retinas.

Oh my holy hell….what is that….Hey Lady you girl bits are being attacked by a wolverine….or something, maybe a giant brillo pad. What. The. Fuck. I would so have that look on my face too if I got undressed and saw that shit happening. Either that or I would go get my dirty pots and pans and strart scrubbing away.

And that is what a Goul really looks like.

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