So a couple months ago, my wifeand some of her girlfriends
decided to have a girls day.
And what they weregoing to do was
all go together andwax their "pu-swares,"
and make a day of it.
You know, like have somewine, have some laughs,
rip out their pubes.
And they gathered at myhouse, you know, to pregame.
And so they're allin the kitchen,
like, getting drunkon white wine.
And I was down in my office,just like writing, you know.
And I could hear themdown in the kitchen.
They're just like screamingall at the same time
with excitement and joy.
And what they weretalking about was
the waxing process,and about which
part of the waxingprocess hurts the most.
And of course to myself I waslike, the asshole, obviously.
And what I heard them saywas that actually the asshole
doesn't hurt at all towax, which I found--
I see you shaking your head.
No, it doesn't.
She's in agreement.
I found thisimpossible to believe.
Like I got up and I marchedright down to the kitchen,
and like busted through the walllike Kool-Aid, like bullshit.
And they said no, no, theasshole-- actually there's
no nerves in the asshole.
I'm like, double bullshit.
There's extra nerves back there.
Like if you touchme on the asshole,
I would go rightthrough the ceiling.
Have you ever had thatwhen, like, something rolls
under the end table,like next to the sofa,
and you're like I'll get it.
And you'll get down onyour hands and knees.
And you're like oh man,it's so far back there.
Oh, I almost have it.
I've almost got it.
And your friendwalks by like, boop.
And [bleep], you shoot forward,like a thousand miles an hour,
and take everythingwith you, like
the end table and the lamp.
And you go rightthrough the wall.