The Persian guide book to overseas travel clearly states that one must wax her hooha and spray tan her bazooms before getting on a plane. So naturally MJ called me to make a day of it. She took me to a spa where they do Brazilian and Brozilian waxing. I had no intention of waxing anything. Mike probably referred MJ to this place. He has a Bro-zilian wax job and his eyebrows are tweezed within an inch of his life. Like any good season of Shahs, you'll get to see what Mike has, or doesn't have for that matter, later on. The best part of the day and maybe the best part of that month for me was MJ's spray tan session. Watching her manage and maneuver those breasts gave me life; it was cracking my sh-t up. It looked as if she was trying to hold two oily watermelons that she just couldn't get a grip on. I can't believe how stupid I was for allowing my "friendship" with Lilly to get in the way of me and MJ. Now I know it wasn't anyone's fault but my own, I'm just glad that we're back together again.