Yay! My follicle adjustment facilitator has made a fwe tweaks to the ole barnet here and there, so I just need to be wary of commons, foreign students and Jehova's Witnesses...
Or should that be Jojoba's Witnesses!
Or Jo's job in Widness, although I'm uncertain as to what that job actually is. Or even who Jo is. Presumably Widness is the waterfall centre of the world, where women wade in water to lather themselves up in some Hairball Essences orgasmatron in some special Chenery Travel coach trip (including fish supper in Dunwich as Wilbur Whatley's brother goes out a-stomping and crying out to the Elder Gods).
Still, the hairy bird catches the wyrm, apparently. Guess it's one of the old Carny phrases. Or old wives tales.Or a load of bollocks. Or something.
Still, fate turns on the shining torch of synchronicity, as in conjuction with the trimming of the mop, the Japanese killer wig movie drops through the letterbox as the japanese killer hair extentions movie is dispatched.
Hair today, more tomorrow!
