Whoo-hoo! New plumage! And all performed by Lady B in a Gimp apron!
In a step up from the usual see-thru attire, La Coiffeur Extrordinaire now applies lightening colorment adorned in black PVCesque coverage with obligatory silvery zippage! Phwoarrr!!
Clearly, the accompanying mask, Spikey collar and big stillettoed boots must have been left in the 'massage room'. I've seen them Despatches type programs - I know what goes on in these Beauty Salons!!
My suspicions were further aroused* by one of them sink plunger coffee jugs** which at first glance appears to be filled with coffee... but on further inspection, contains a product called Barbicide!!
Gaaaaah! Fetishistic follicle femmes are all very well, but when they start on the expiration of unfeasibly large breasted dollies, I begin to worry.
Still. At least it wasn't matricide. Dollies still look human, and venting your wrath upon them is sort of symbollic. Taking weaponry and applying it's use to the knifings of bed sleepage support is just crazy!
And they let these people loose around yer barnet!!!!
It's Sweeney Todd all over again! On with the fetish gear, bend your head back over the basin, and whilst watering your freshly shampoo'd locks, quickly straddle you and suddenly it's on with the rapeage and stabbings up and the maniacal laughter like some evil green cockney with solo polo vision as she strangles you with the tail of your moulét.
Fear!!! I'm growing my hair long again! I've no desire to be straddled in the barbers chair by some hot hairdresser in S&M protective rainment before the cockney rapeage and the cuttings up and the insertion of eels...
On second thoughts...
Nah - anal eel insertion is just one step too far for me!
* FURTHER 'AROUSED', EH XYM! HMMMMM...
** A GREASY SPOON DRINK TAKEN AL FRESCO*** - CAFE. TEA. AIR.
*** THE FULL NAME THAT PAUL SIMON LIKES TO GO BY WHEN VISITING ELVIS.
