one time i had rod stewart hair. it wasn't planned. i got a chop and the girl thought i'd look sweet with a little shag in the back. so, at the crane coffee (that used to be a runza) on 120th & pacific i made my first appearance before several laughing coworkers as the crooner that could have been. so as i've been eating a bowl of honey nut cheerios at this fine 2am hour, i was thinking about rod stewart for some odd reason. and then, something popped into my head: you know his song "infatuation"? well, fittingly, we could rewrite that song and title it: "constipation".
oh no, i'm not constipated. after taking a long walk with daphne, with hopes to naturally induce labor, all things bowel were jarred loose and set free on a voyage to the sea. but the next time you are, just think (to the tune, of course): oh no! i've got it again! it's constipation! (weird keyboard noises in the background).
from the looks of things, our long walk is not producing any results, other than my whole body being sore.
share some weird hair moment.