I cut someone off this morning only to find that they were on their way to church as well. For once, I felt the need to go to confession. Terrible. Then again, I was signaling. It's not my fault they were assholes and sped up when I wanted to get over.Speaking of church, though, there's always something that makes me smile at church. Today, I was glazing over the communion lines when I spotted a bowl cut! It was amazing. Blonde highlights in his jet black hair, too. And it was so thick! This thing had volume to it! There it was... flopping about proudly. I guess this guy didn't get the memo that it's 2008 already. Why do I pick on people with terrible hair?
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