God Hates the 80s

“I had a rat tail.”

“Did you?  Of course you did.  We weren’t allowed.  Guys couldn’t grow their hair below their collars.”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t get the point of those.  It’s so redneck.”

TV: “The guys with rat tails were the ones who played air guitar in the parking lot.”

“My god.  You had a rat tail and a mullet!”

“Yep.”

“I bet that’s why your bald now.”

“Huh?”

“You made too many bad hair decisions. God said you don’t get to have hair anymore.”

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05.06.08 / 8am
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  1. Jane 05.07.08 / 4pm

    I permed my hair once. It relaxed by itself within 3 days. I took that as a sign that my hair is smarter than me.

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