“Hey, what’s up…”
What? Did I hear something? The dogs haven’t moved or barked, nah, I didn’t hear nothin’.
“Hey, what’s up Doc?”
Now, I did hear that and I did detect the pungent smell of fresh carrot following the chomp by something or someone.
Perhaps I need to scout things out here a bit. Standing up from my office chair I peruse the house and find nothing out of the usual. Dogs doing what our bozoid dogs do, all appliances working in order, Boz Scaggs wailing away on “Jump Street” on trusty XM radio, no all seems fine from my perspective.
I shuffle into the master bathroom, remove my 1918 Regulation Brooklyn Dodger baseball cap (made in Bangladesh for truly authentic reasons no doubt) and lo and behold. Holy mother of god, I look like Elmer Fudd!!! I’m loosing my hair, I knew it was looming on the agenda, but still, whatta’ shock.
And I’m surrounded by all of these wascally wabbits, munching away on carrots and randomly peeping “What’s up, Doc?”
Recovery has moved to another level my friends, wabbits and all. Before/after pictures will follow.
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you will be the most handsome bald man I have ever known! And luckily we have all surpassed the grade school notion of only liking our friends for their pretty, shiny hair- or was that just me?
ReplyDeleteYeah, I thought it was Minnie's hair but it was your defectoring folicles
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