a haiku "timeout"
(a time out must have random number of letters and make no sense at all)
Zero to sixty in earth shoes?
I live in a little hippy town in northern California that has declared itself a "nuclear free zone". The movie theater runs on solar. I kid you not.
At one time we had a store called "Hemp Matters"...
Too many murals here, but what are you gonna do?
I like it anyway.
another haiku "time out".
My god..so I went in for my scheduled haircut today, only to learn that my usual stylist was in the Hamptons for the week (not happy, am I). I was then serenaded into the chair of another master stylist..albeit a handsome Spanish drink of love.
anyhow, after he was done chopping/razoring/mousing/teasing/blow drying my paper thin wig, he dabbed a cotton ball into some cherry-almond smelling elixir..and proceeded to mop up around my thinning hairline. Due to social graces, I immediately commentated on the fragrant undertones of the mix. He then took it upon himself to yank my cutting cape aside, and spray my "crank zone" with very" lower end" cologne..possibly j crew. I had to shower immediately upon my return home. I don't wear cologne. The smell still lingers. He did have the graces to at least serve me white wine. I rescheduled an appointment with him in three weeks.
To be continued.
Aunt Mark
hilarious
but not for you I guess...
I HATE it even when I get some random hug and then spend the rest of the day WREAKING....
How could he do that?
When I saw the word "spray", I think I started to cringe. It sounded like your story was gonna get REALLY uh... well lets say "impolite", and possibly graphic.
Funny as heck.
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