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Friday, February 18, 2005
I've been trying out a hip new hairstyle lately. Unless you're ultra cool, you probably haven't heard about it yet. It's called a pompadour. Today I was walking down the street and there was a tree branch hanging across the sidewalk. I didn't duck it soon enough and part of the branch stuck in my hair. I wrestled with it for a while, but I couldn't get the branch out. You know how when you're fighting in an epic old tyme battle and you get hit with a barbed arrow that you can't pull out the best thing to do is break the arrow off where it protrudes from your body, leaving the arrowhead in your body, and keep fighting? That's what I ended up doing. I had to reach up and snap off the branch where it stuck out of my hair. Then I finished walking down to the Osco to buy a new pair of flip-flops.Brian 1:59 AM
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