What Was Brazil Thinking?

On Saturday, I took a visit to Brazil. Actually, I take that back. Brazil took a visit to me.

That’s right. I got waxed Brazini style.

What’s Brazini style? Well, I look at it like this:

Brazil: left with nill

Brazini: left with teeny

And I found out that those Brazil related visits involve quite a bit of pain… and bruising.. and cursing… and sheer bloody torture.

But you know what? Some things are worth it.

However, this isn’t one of them.