I almost crapped myself when Rachel said she was doing a set about getting a Brazilian.  I thought… IT’S GONNA BE TOO CLOSE! PEOPLE WON’T WANT TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!  SHE’S WAY CUTER THAN ME!

Turns out, having a Brazilian wax and having your lady-lips ripped open on a bicycle are COMPLETELY different!

Phew.