The same can be said for MOST criticisms of presidential candidates for at least the last 20 years.
"Wax my ass. Scrub my balls. Oh, milky wonder, sing for us once more." By Beto O'Rourke Beto O'Rourke in flowery print with the El Paso Pussycats The love poetry of Beto O'Rourke is making a . Mar 15, Buff my balls, Love the Cow, Good fortune for those that do. Love me, breathe my feet, The Cow has risen. Wax my ass, Scrub my balls. The Cow has risen, Provide Milk. The poem, for better or for worse, has been preserved forever by the Google Wayback Machine as a part of the group's former website, livoniasend.com Here's a screengrab of Author: Scott Morefield. I have waxed a lot of parts of my body. I would not mind waxing again any part. Except for the ass! Among all the pains I have survived waxing my ass was the worst. I could not finish it. I cried, yelled, screamed. The part around the butthole is just unbearably sensitive.
I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head," O'Rourke wrote. Thankfully for O'Rourke's chance in the Democratic primaries, he is not alone in having a past filled with unusual writings.
InSen. Men are in pain too. They are thinking, wondering.
What is it they want from a woman? Are they at fault?
Are they perpetrating this man-woman situation? Are they oppressors?
The man is bitter. Navigation: use the links below to view more comments. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works. Down the middle, too?
Mar 15, 'Wax My Ass, Scrub My Balls' This Beto O'Rourke Poem Is Beyond Belief. Beto O'Rourke's recently unearthed membership in the hacking group "Cult of the Dead Cow" may not have included the "edgiest sorts of hacking activity," but it did, apparently, include writing murder fantasies and exceptionally bad poetry. Nov 02, I pulled down my drawers and bared it all, so you don't have to. Without further ado, here's what it feels like to wax your ass.
She got to work. I was already on the table, so all I needed to do was pull my pants down and shift a little for her to get started.
Next, a flash of panic. What have I done?
Butt Cheeks Sugaring / Waxing / Sugar Wax / HAIRY BUTT/
I was about to turn around to tell her that I changed my mind, but then, she was slathering the hot wax on the inside of one of my asscheeks and there was no turning back. I braced for impact. To my surprise, it never really came.
Jane finished up and I was out of there, bare-assed for the first time in over two decades, with some mild irritation and a spring in my step. But while the procedure itself was uneventful enough, the next few days were when things got really interesting. In what way, you ask?
Take passing gas, for instance: without the hairy buffer zone that kept my cheeks from touching, even the tiniest little bit of gas now produced a full-fledged fart, deafening sound and all. Also, there was suddenly no friction.