Still Crazy After All These Hairs
(This is a funny one.)
On Friday morning I put my hair in french braided pigtails while it was still damp. I wore them all day Friday (it's the most comfortable hairstyle in existence) and slept in them Friday night. When I work up Saturday I took them out, fluffed my hair, and got dressed.
I wore a black and white striped turtleneck, and because it was colder than the balls on a brass monkey, topped off my look with a tan, corduroy, flat cap (Oliver Twist-style). I looked in the mirror.
There was something unnervingly familiar about the person looking back at me. I stared and stared, and then all at once it dawned.
You know how they say that over time owners start to look more and more like their dogs? I think the same is true of music. I clearly need to update my record collection. I had become...
...some weird 21st century hybrid of Simon AND Garfunkel. (Except with boobs.)
5 comments:
Nice mustache.
you can talk Dave!
It's a fine look CB - eh, in the dark!
They're staring at me.
Make them stop...
I take it a little more Funkel than Simon..willya look at Paul's cheesy 'stache?
So does that mean you look like Keri Russell?
Honk if you've seen Ben!
It could be worse - you could look like a cross between Sonny and Cher.
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