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Really? Owwwww, baby. Well whatever of course, enjoy the strands. No wait, wait a minute, real hair??? You're a cancer victim thief ! Imagine the shiny chemical craniums that could boast such boisterous, luxuriant locks. The narcissistic graves you've robbed with your frivolous flowing rays of black sunshine.
Bah, dont worry about my stuck up language, tonight. I ate at McDonalds("meat clown", as I like to call it) today, ok? We're even.
jaja, I'm the opposite with hair. I'm a playdoh doll, where you shove the hard goo through their heads. Though I do have a photo of my first haircut, and boy I was bawling. The packet of MnM's sorta kinda make it better.
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