Fucking spoiled little turd swallowing maggot. Back in the day before teh prepubescent look was all the rage for you closet pedos, a real woman had more pubes than Sasha Grey has had balls on her chin (god bless that woman). It would often take a scythe and a fifth of rot gut whiskey before you could even get close to her hidden jewels. It was like a fucking vagina trek you had to pack for. If it wasn't for determination, a pack mule and the fact that she would only blow me if I ate her slam clam, I wouldn't have gotten through the Amazon Pube Forest. Count your lucky stars that pop culture & Max Hardcore have made the super clean teen hatchet wound popular, or else I fear a young-un like you might take a shine to the meat mallet instead of eating some narsty snartch with a couple of little ropes dabgling from it.