Friday, March 6, 2009

Hair Don'ts

Whenever I feel all Boohoo about my rapidly receding hairline, I try to remind myself that as a young nancy-boy-in-training, I desperately wanted Farrah Fawcett hair.
Instead, I rather looked like I was wearing Marcia Wallace's wig. Backwards.
So maybe it's no great loss.
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7 comments:

  1. larryMarch 6, 2009 at 2:10 PM

    i used to use wella balsam so i could have farah fawcett hair!!!

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  2. ayeM8yMarch 6, 2009 at 2:48 PM

    I used to abuse the genuine Farrah Fawcett shampoo.

    So many parallels in this sad post, Farrah.

    If it's any consolation I believe the people who retain their hair are the ones who actually need it to be passably attractive.

    Even with a receding hairline I'm passably gorgeous.

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  3. JohnKMarch 6, 2009 at 6:04 PM

    been there

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  4. jasonMarch 6, 2009 at 6:17 PM

    Well, Marcia Wallace had some fierce hair...backwards or forwards, so count yourself blessed.

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  5. Ray RayMarch 7, 2009 at 3:04 PM

    I was just friended on facebook by a girl named Tera who, in 5th grade, created a sensation in our school upon her arrival because SHE is the one who brought Farrah hair to La Veta Elementary in Orange, CA. Oh, the memories.

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  6. TJBMarch 9, 2009 at 10:35 AM

    Welcome, brother. We've been expecting you.

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  7. ayeM8yMarch 9, 2009 at 12:00 PM

    Tera Fawcett?

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