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I'm heading more towards an unholy combination of goth versions of Morrissey and Elvis as you read. Edging ever so slightly away from the Rollins look... well, until the next ROTHKOID SMASH! moment, anyway.
Oh yeah.
I just have to learn to use a comb when I dye... ahem. Tidemarks not good. But Very Metal. Then again, so is the mullet, so I should probably shut up now.
When I read this topic name, though, Stoatie, I couldn't help but imagine you in some kind of accountancy hair-helmet. Which is terrifying. I can't tell you how glad I am that no spray-on hair is involved in this tale. |
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