Honey, It’s Your Armpit Hair…

Poor Yvonne.  She was unpopular and no one would tell her why.  Finally, one day, out of the blue, her “special” friend Mary Margaret Conchita Lupita Marie Sarah Bon-Voula, said,

“I, myself, had a heavy growth of disgusting hair.”

Yvonne jerked her head in Mary Margaret’s direction and said “Wha?”

Undaunted, Mary Margaret continued.  “I tried depilatory pastes, evil smelling powders and painful electric treatments…even a RAZOR.”

“Um…okay, and you’re telling me this because?” said Yvonne.

“Well, you moan and cry about being unpopular, and you don’t seem to understand that you have B.O. because you never do anything about all that hair in your armpits!!”

“Oh.”

“Now VEET has Wenlo-White, which bleaches out your armpits and dissolves the hair.  Not only will you have lily-white skin on your face, but your armpits will match!”

“Now my skin is so clean and white that no one could possible suspect I was EVER afflicted with that horrible, superfluous hair!!  Because no one else HAS it Yvonne!  It was just us!  It could possibly be because our mothers married their brothers, but let’s not talk about that now.  Come, join me in the powder room and we’ll burn your pits.”

“Maybe we can sell the hair?” said Yvonne.

“Yes dear, maybe we can.  Now, about your breath…”