Waxing was an interesting experience. Not quite as painful as I expected.
Quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.
And the mountains shall be molten under him, and the valleys shall be cleft, as wax before the fire, and as the waters that are poured down a steep place.
And the man waxed great, and went forward, and grew until he became very great: / For he had possession of flocks, and possession of herds, and great store of servants: and the Philistines envied him.
People wax and wane, it ebbs and flows on what my standing is. Next year, I will be the butt of all the jokes. So it's cyclical.
It looked like we didn't belong. They just waxed us. Our guys looked afraid, and I hate to use that word. This is one of the most disappointing games I've ever been involved in that had some significance.
More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.
I had beautiful wavy hair and a waxed mustache.
The wax blocks the pores, which is just as bad as dirt.
He's the best I've ever had my hands on. We're sure going to miss him. Dogs like Wax you don't replace.