Oh, and I think a Brazilian is done with wax, and not by arduously extracting individual hairs one after another.
Not that I would know
men intoxicated by their own legend. Then the spectacle of woman blubbing, not because they are crestfallen by their team's defeat, but because they have been denied the opportunity of an evening's twerking and cock-teasing. Two hours of meticulous fanny-hair plucking for nothing.
Haters gotta hate...oh yes
Oh, and I think a Brazilian is done with wax, and not by arduously extracting individual hairs one after another.
Not that I would know
The real miracle was this illusion that they were all somehow in it together with the rest of the country in the first place.
It was quite good whilst it lasted.