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Two Years Later.
The hair goes on Friday.
the last straw (strand?) was a local kinda smarmy shmuck of a guy saying 'I do remember you, the sword chick. You had a buzzcut then...Your long hair suits you. Are you still gay?'
last modified Aug 30, 2006 at 17:56
BTW- I grabbed my boobs and crotch then grabbed my friend’s boobs and looked back at him and said “No!”
I am sad too in a way- so familiar yet not. but you know, the stuff grows and well it may make an appearance again. Just not feasible to grow it any longer than is. Damn thing gets knotted sticking out of my helmet whenever I ride my bike even if I put it in a pony tail.
AH-HA-HA-HA....!!! be sorry to see those golden locks fall, myself.
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