I know exactly what I want, actually.
I know exactly what I want, actually.
so I'm on facebook going through photo's of this bitch i fucked. i get to her little sorority album and theres a pic of her n her sistas all jumping in midair at the same time.
you know those corny pics that girls love to do where they're all mid air with their \^_^/ faces and their legs off the ground?
well theres this 300 pound bitch in the back that I guess couldn't get her fat ass off the ground long enough for the photo, so she thought she could blend in if she just stood on one leg and smiled extra fucking hard
i never thought it was possible to look any more retarded in those types of photos but holy lol batman, she sure took the cake
i guess the moral of the story is bitches do some dumbass shit
Youre talking about brand loyalty and "omg she needs this brand. brand loyalty etc" despite the fact shes tried a few hair products already, throwing that whole argument out the window.
Look I havent read the past like 30 posts but Ivve was right (at first).
She agreed that bitches be crazy, her only point of contention was the flaw in male logic of "If you know bitches be crazy, why antagonize them?"
I would like to know this too.
I DONT KNOW ANYMORE
Ok but seriously the bitch was crazy but the guy was a dick for not shelling out a few bucks so she can fuck with her hair
I haven't used a home haircolouring kit in fucking forever, but when I did it took fucking forever to pick out the stupid box that you actually wanted. To be fair, I wasn't retarded, and did that shit by myself on my own time, a) to not subject someone else to that kind of bullshit and b) because it's no one's business but my own.
The difference between products / effect of advertising / value judgments people make re: consumption are nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnot logical. Otherwise the best brand of a particular item would be the only brand on the market.
The best was the inevitable smear of gel on the bathroom sink that you think you manage to clean up and then it develops and it's like OH. I SEE.
The best the best the best was living close to a beauty school, both for the cavalcade of white trash fail, and getting a cut and colour for $24 that was awesome
Holy fuck I was like lord of Sally's, underneath the bathroom sink was either half a meth lab or my hair colouring shit
Ivve I have the horrible feeling we would enjoy hanging out. Angrily.
I suppose hanging out is lesbian for scissoring
I once dyed my hair bright blue. It was a wonderful experience.
Actually it has probably been multiple times, used to always dye my hair for discos at primary school, lol. Only once when I was older for non-party settings.
The blistering rage of our presence would flower into the ONE SAFE PLACE where we could speak of GIRL THINGS
Also I got sick of dealing with crazy colours because of the amount of maintenance necessary, though my favourite thing for awhile was bleaching the bottom three inches of my hair and dying them like magenta or torquiose or some shit so it was like black into booyah and yeah. Holy shit I ruined the ends of my hair.
FUCK I'm gonna dye my hair today, fuck you haters