If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
Oh damn, all these years I've been trying to poison hairdressers under my sink and in my cupboards and garage with this shit. NOW I realize it's something to dunk their equipment in?Damnit all to hell.
Everytime I get my hair cut I go to a different place so I can pretend I'm beating off. When they slap me, I pull away the cape and say, "Gotcha. I was only cleaning my glasses."
HAHAHAHHAHAHAH @ dr zyou are so effing dumb.
Um, I believe you want the conditional perfect tense of "drink," which is "drunk." Just sayin'.
Megan- My blog, my grammatical rules...
What do you think happened to me? I tried to commit Barbicide, but only got dain bramage.
It looks like blueberry sno-cone juice - with combs in it. Delish.
It looks like blue Gatorade. Hell, I'd have drank it too.Doc
I don't think my barber had this stuff at all. In fact, as a kid I was too busy reading his "they'll take my gun from me when they pry it from my cold, dead fingers" bumper stickers and worrying that my parents TOOK me to this dude and let him work on me with sharp scissors.
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