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Can anybody give me an idea of what a collector or dealer would pay for old post cards. example from the Chicago World Fair,
pictues streets on them,pictures of inside stores. There a number from Aurora IL. My girl friend asked me to find out for her.

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of
easy, painless removal – The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and
now…the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home,
fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would
ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: “Maybe I should pull
the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.” So I headed to the site of
my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those “cold wax” kits. No
melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand,
they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or
wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard
can it be? I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined
enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each
other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks
in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (“Cold wax,”
yeah…right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it
tight and . . . . . . pull. It works! OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad.
I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward
body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I
sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting
championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.
Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right
side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my vagina and
stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek. (Yes, it was a long strip)

I inhale deeply and brace myself………RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!…. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half
the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is
swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out………..must stay
conscious…Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe…OK, back to
normal.

I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has
caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel
in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There’s no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.
I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch.
I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive
part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake…….remember my foot is still
propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my
foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do
and think to myself “Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head
may pop off!” What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!!

I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in,
immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe
it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture
prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment – I sit. Now, the only
thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having
them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub…
in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.
So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I
had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who
had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the
bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation
starter – “So, my butt and who-ha are glue together to the bottom
of the tub!” There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret
tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She
wants to know exactly where the wax is located, “Are we talking cheeks or
hole or who-ha?” She’s laughing out loud by now…..I can hear her. I
give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of
the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s
night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax
off with a razor . Nothing feels better then to have your girlie
goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water

and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not
working, dignity has taken a major hike and I’m pretty sure I’m going to
need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.
What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on
and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and
scared the dickens out of my friend. It’s sooo painful, but I
really don’t care. “IT WORKS!! It works !!” I get a hearty
congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully
remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and
despair….

THE HAIR IS STILL THERE…….ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts.
I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I’m going to try hair color……

Someone implied that I was a rascist on another post. I’m wondering about why spanish is being made a second language in an english speaking country for several reasons that currently have an effect on my life. I don’t think it’s right, but that’s my opinion. Now who’s a rascist? My daughter has a boyfriend, he doesn’t speak spanish at all but his father is Cuban. His grandmother has moved in with them and refuses to speak english, and is very upset with the father for not forcing the children to speak their native language. She is also very rude to my daughter and doesn’t approve of him dating her because she is not Cuban. So, am I wrong in telling her that Cuba is still there and she’s welcome to go back? Does that make me a rascist?

I happen to had a contract to buy a house from M. It’s an you-and-me contract which was not stamped. In the contract, it states that if M changes his mind and refuses to sell the house, he would have to pay me 2k as compensation. And M changed his mind. Seemed lawfully, he delivered 2 post dated cheques through a lawyer friend of his. 1st cheque bounced on December 2, 2005. Second one will due end December 31, 2005. What legal action I can take on him? He must be thinking that the amount is small and I won’t go through all the hassles to make him pay.

Who on here thinks the last comment in this pasted post is ANYTHING but an insult? Granted, it wasn’t nice of me to insult someone, but I did. Now, it’s been taken way out of context, and stretched to the limits of believeability.

wlvrne1964
1 day ago

You call our faith “illogical”, yet you still ask questions. And these responders are still taking you at face value.
You have no interest in Christianity. You seek only to mock and sow discord.
I can ask you, when did you start believing your “Ghidrahism”, and why don’t you post that in your questions, so that at least the honest responders will know where you’re coming from?

All you’re waiting for is some secularist to state that Christians, collectively, have their heads in the clouds, and then you’ll vote for that as the best answer, without even really addressing your question.

Get real with your questions. Get serious with your questions. Christianity isn’t a game, little, school-girl. It’s a way of life many
Focus on the very last comment. How can anyone take this statement as anyway Gypsy is putting it?

Rusty, you’ve sided with her. Fine. But reading the last sentences, how can anyone say they are more than an INSULT?

Yes, I’m still defending myself over this. I’ve a right to refute false sayings about me.
In post after post, Gypsy is asking me, why I would comment in her questions AFTER I called her a school-girl, claiming that my statement was NOT an INSULT, which anyone could clearly see it is.
It’s interesting that GQ can reply to my posts, yet if I respond to one of hers, I’m labeled a “stalker”. Interesting set of double standards in society.

And, yes, for anyone with half a brain can see it’s an insult, pasted from the original post.