You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Bleach is the Word!
Nothing smells as fancy as hair with a little bit of bleach in it. Whew! It's like death vapor in my nose. Sure, I know you are stunned that I bleach my hair. I mean, platinum is a natural color for so many. But, I do. And after 21 years of doing it, you would think I would be used to the smell. But it seems incredibly chemically today. Hope I don't burn it off!
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