Bad Hair Day #57
What happens when Bhakti pulls a rubber band ponytail out of her hair after sitting mobile on the Lazy Boy while watching four consecutive episodes of 24?
You guessed it: Bad Hair Day #57
tags: Jaibhakti, Bhakti Brophy, bad hair day, humor
Labels: @BhaktiBrophy, @jaibhakti, 24, bad hair day, Bhakti Brophy, humor, Jai Bhakti, jaibhakti
posted by Unknown at 3:19 PM
12 Comments:
Yikes! Pretty eyes though...
mike
Yikes it is! It looks like there should be a robin or a bluejay sitting on my head! :)
Not such a bad mop!
Kind of 80's retro hip.
Welcome back to blogland :-)
ROBOSHRUB: re: my skin is glowing. Yes, the magic of photography. The perfect amount of overexposure erases blemishes on the skin and beautifies the eyes to Liz Taylor proportions, if you will.
By the way, Mr. Robohubcap, which ointment do you suggest I purchase from your fine establishment (you ARE established, aren't you?)?
MR.FLATCAT: It's wonderful to hear from you, my love. It's been a long time. I'm glad to see you are still doing well. Don't your ears hurt from wearing those headphones 24-7-365? Do tell.
Well that settles it - I am going to hire you to take the family group photograph I have always dreamed of!
Awww...that's nothing, I've had worse. It's a flesh wound.
Nice to see you back.
I wish I blogged as much as you do. My blog just sits there empty as the void.
I said to my self the other day...I said self...make me one with everything.
My self brought me a pizza with everything on it.
Actually, strangely, those "headphones" are my real ears!.
I've been that way since I was young, and boy did I hear about it (pardon the pun) on the schoolyard growing up ("hey, headphone head" they would say, and worse).
But now I have turned my genetic mutation to my own advantage, and found gainful employ with the wiretap division of Dept. H on the Fakiegrind Secret Service. So, I ask, who's laughing now?
And I can tell you the answer too, because I've bugged the sofas and bedrooms of the nation, and I'm getting it all on tape.
Ha ha ha!
And yes, the Fakiegrind cat is doing just fine as well, gauding the yard from feline infiltration.
MARK: Your insanely dead-pan, innocent sense of humor is never lost on me. Thanks for the laughs--your presence is always welcome in my awareness!
FLATLANDERISH HEADPHONE-HEAD: You said (and I quote): I've been that way since I was young, and boy did I hear about it (pardon the pun)
I see you have been honing your punishing punning skills while I was away. Well done, my young man. Well, done.
You also said (and I quoteth againeth): And I can tell you the answer too, because I've bugged the sofas and bedrooms of the nation, and I'm getting it all on tape.
By declaring this declaration are stating once and for all that you are, in fact, a true clone of President Bush, or at least a mutated Telatubby version thereof??
Do tell, my good man. Do tell.
CAPTAIN CANUCK: No, no, my dear fellow. You are suprisingly mistaken! It actually leaves rug burns on the toupee of the tall man in the corner store. And he thought his rug got singed from raining fire!
you are beautiful...and its true!
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I may be related to the Pres., nine generations removed on my mother's side. But I don't agree with his methods.
Peace
Welcome back to the world of bloggin'!
Bad hair day or not, yer a welcome site fer sore eyes.
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