Crazy Dream #2

It's time for the second installment of "My Crazy Dreams." I just made that up, so hopefully I continue to have these weird dreams. My bet is that shouldn't be an issue. This is a short one.

I had just gotten out of the shower and gone through the normal routine of getting ready, including combing my hair--which takes all of about 20 seconds. For some reason, I switched combs halfway through, and oddly enough I wasn't looking at myself while I combed. I went to my room to put a shirt on and then returned to the bathroom to look in the mirror. To my astonishment, I had a giant green patch of paint on one section of my hair, and a second, brown patch of paint on another section of my hair. On closer examination of my combs, I noticed that the paint (???) was coming off the combs and staying on my hair.

Panicking, I decided to wash my head in hot water under the bathtub faucet. After running the water for a minute or so, I felt something coming out of my hair. Starting to feel somewhat relieved that I might be able to salvage my hair and save others from having to look at my lumpy, shaved head, I pulled my hand in front of my eyes just to verify. However, when I saw the substance on my fingertips, I found that it was neither green nor brown, but red. Blood!

The End.

Where's Willy?

I'm not really sure who came up with the idea, or who thought it would be a good idea, but several years ago I started noticing Willy Wonka look-a-likes/wannabes popping up all over the place. You know the ones I'm talking about--the girls who think it's fashionable to wear ridiculously huge, white-rimmed sunglasses.

Who designed these things? A 4-year old? Bozo? A blind man? Regardless of who designed them, I'm amazed that people buy them. Who cares about the fact that they're lacking fashion sense, I'd rather they had at least a hint of common sense. Alas, I fear that is too much to ask.

Oh, and dark rims don't make them any better.