my brother and I wrote this poem one silly day when we were in high school. I believe we made a list of rhyming words, then tried to string them together best we could
i ran across this one while going through some old photos (in college, I worked at a luggage store: Point A)
Translation: "Welcome to Point A Luggage" "My lock is broken!!"
"You set my combination yesterday and now I can't remember it!!!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't remember it either" "What about a universal setting?"
"Umm... locks don't have a universal setting. That's why they're locks... for security"
"La la la" *businessman's special* "Minutes pass"
"Just take a new one" "woo hoo!" *cadaver case*
ummmm... apparently I have done something to really upset the haircut gods. At leat the mom and I had a good laugh about it. And thank GOD i had my camera with me. I need the photos to take to the next hair stylist
But it was so funny because the lady kept adding hairspray and kept curling. I actually wanted to see how bad it could get