So when I was a little kid, I had very blond hair. Like, platinum blond. My brother and sister were the same. As we got older, our hair got darker, eventually settling into its final color by my mid-twenties. It was around that time of my life that I was doing a lot of surfing, so much so that the bleaching effect of sun and salt left me thinking that my hair color was still somewhere in the realm of “dirty blonde.” It wasn’t until I stopped spending time in the water that my final hair color was apparent: a dull dishwater brown. It’s not something I particularly cared about, but when helping…um, someone…pick out hair dye one time I made a joke about how I should try lightening mine.
Well, that facetious suggestion became reality this weekend. It was, as you can see, a tragic, tragic, tragic mistake.
It looks even more ridiculous in person.
Last week’s theme was “Divine Intervention” and as usual, the faithful Reds of the Commentist Party each contributed according to their ability. I’ll be back on Friday with a new topic, for now let this playlist keep you company. Request of the Week goes to Duchess with his pick of “Send Me an Angel” by Real Life, with SonOfSpam coming in right on his heels with XTC’s “Dear God”.
Here’s the Spotify playlist. Enjoy!
For next time:
I tried to add highlights once
Jim Irsay has never looked better.
[looks up from copy of Highlights magazine]
– Eli Manning
Also, if you ever do get the tits and the ass that tastes like vanilla ice cream….?
Well, we’ll talk.
😛
I can’t wait for the draft to get here so we can make jokes about it being Chubb night.
http://www.nfl.com/draft/2018/profiles/bradley-chubb?id=2560043
“Where are we picking in the draft?”
-A Rodgers, wistfully, to Capt Bluebunny
That’s a pretty good playlist. Even if I didn’t participate mostly.
But take heart you godless heathens. RTD showing us his ginger side means I gotta show off my Rick Grimes Beard.
Methinks I shall trim it first, however.
The topic is kind of a tough one, but I wanted to visit with the DFO pantheon while the Schadenfreude is still piping hot.
Welcome to the Fraternity of the Day Walker, my friend.
I see downvoting couldn’t stop What If God Was One Of Us making the playlist.
I tend to do very little editing of the playlists. But you’ll notice that the Spotify generator refused to post the original and went with the karaoke version instead.
“Makes sense.”
-Joan Osbourne
While I was recently divorced and playing my new found liberty card, I would occasionally darken my greying temples until it got to the “Who are you shitting?” stage. Now I’m just happy that any hair wants to cling to my skull cap, who gives a fuck what color it is.
Just let it grow out a little:
Just sayin’…
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I found it funny that for women it’s called “color” but for men it’s “camouflage.”
To be fair, it does look like the package says it is supposed to.
Then again, I know what you normally look like and you just started my day with a hearty laugh. Thank you for that.
NO IT DOESN’T! If I looked like the package said I would, I’d be a beautiful blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream.
Wait, you’re not?
Only one of those three.
so, big tits?