Recently, a young boygirl (we'll call them Sissy) came to BabySkinGlove hoping we could help calm that universal insomniac hanging in the air like a Xtina Aguilera shaped cloud, the gr8 question of:
PUBIC HAIR
The child waxed poetic (get it?) about the startling contrast between the hairy pits and the hairless cracks of the hipster movement in the Greater New York Area. You can read more of her
well appraised diatribe here and judge for yourself, or can just listen to me.
Dear Sissy, I think you are forgetting the number one rule of the universe and that is vagina. If someone doesn't like your hair then someone needs to spend sometime locked in the basement. BabySkinGloveBush ranges from purple hearts to leopard seals but one thing all of us puppies have in common is we do whatever we fucking want. Here are some examples of acceptable and unacceptable pubic piles (I'll let you choose which ones are good|bad) from psychic celebrity cooch sightings this year:
As the heated rage regarding her "abusive & exploitive" MOCA gala flares on, we ignored the
to skip the more important question, why the hell weren't we invited?! Lord knows we're a party in the pants and we always pack our manners DUH. I guess she WON'T be getting these sweet birthday cupcakes from us.
Anyways don't worry little one, whether it be dolly smooth or forest full, mounds and bunts come in all shapes and sizes. In/at the end [of the night] you just have to find someone with a fetish for yours. And if you can't find your match, give us a call for personalized pussy make-overs and Siggy style matchmaking tips! exes and ohes
