Oh you lucky bleep! I begged my mom to get a mohawk when I was in high school and she swore she would kill me if I ever did, or if I shaved my head. See? You might think it's terrible, but there is at least one person on this earth who envies you.
haha that's true. I've got a fairly shapely, if gargantuan, noggin. I remember running away on holiday because my mum wouldn't let me paint my walls black with blood dribbling down.
Oh you lucky bleep! I begged my mom to get a mohawk when I was in high school and she swore she would kill me if I ever did, or if I shaved my head. See? You might think it's terrible, but there is at least one person on this earth who envies you.
haha that's true. I've got a fairly shapely, if gargantuan, noggin. I remember running away on holiday because my mum wouldn't let me paint my walls black with blood dribbling down.
OH yes, the rebellion against the all-authoritative "no". Do you still have the inclination to paint the walls that way?
Briggs you witty, eloquent bastard. You never fail to make me smile - even when you're writing about baldies.
Aw thanks man! That's lovely to know you're enjoying them. Sometimes feels like firing them off into the abyss
most men cry, but not for the drop of a hanky
when I lost my hair, momentarily flirted with a wig
but found my lack of follicles of no deep importance
Did the wig flirt back?
I certainly give less of a shit about it than I once did. The hole is emerging day by day