Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam.
Monday, 7 April 2008
Sagacity
If you happen to be a young man in your late 40s to early 50s, who has yet to come to terms with the fact that your unconventionally long flowing mane - your very homage to an era of free love and bucket bongs, is becoming both thin and dappled with grey... may I suggest that if you are going to dye it back to its former ebon glory that you wax your shoulders and neck... the grey white quarter inch stubble is a dead give away. Just a suggestion.
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3 comments:
Are you saying this to me? My shoulders do need a wax...
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hehe...thanks for the visual Kim. :)
Very ugly man on the train Jenn?
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