in newspapers these days takes a yellow bench really interesting: the hair of our Premier.
One day in a carpet which has the head the next day seems a fungus mushrooms.
I say that not even the hair more than he could have committed suicide and in mass.
This story, apart from making me feel even more proud of my President, I am reminded that almost I attended all men, had with his own hair (or ex-such) a troubled relationship.
One sported a mop head on the tub. Her hair was so stiff and wiry that I never jumped in mind to make him a caress. And he insisted to want to bring long. After a day at the beach seemed to Wilson, the ball pet Cast Away.
After the shampoo on his head had to tip over a bucket of gel extrastrong trichological to quell the disaster.
Once we went together to a wedding of friends and he seemed to have taken a shower with silicone. During dinner, drank a bit 'too much and when the cake took advantage of the distraction-General to sit on a bench a bit' on the sidelines.
He had to be really bad, because from a distance I could see doing something that never did: they went head down and repassed his hands through his hair.
The grandmother of the bride, and had noticed the pain. So he went to all thoughtful asking:
"Young man, are you okay? It does not take a slice of tor ... "He raised his head
shooting e. .. aaaah!
Wilson with his tuxedo.
Repeated slaps had cleared the estate of the gel. The expression of mullet and retching did not improve the picture.
The grandmother left him slowly plate with the cake on the bench and walked away in a hurry.
After some time this ex-emplare discovered ironing chemistry and there our story began to crack.
When he came to pick me showing off his new hairdo to Mrs. Robinson, I was too hard to get in the car. He had a helmet with the center line and cute toes curled outward. The only thing missing was a pink hat with a veil.
Sometimes he had started with the same aggravated by the 'wet look. "
And then I seemed to come out with a Mocho Vileda.
"Either me or do you spread the polonium in the head."
Obviously he married another woman.
I know that the marriage has exaggerated the chemical dose and the bride, when she saw me on the altar, and then snug on the threshold of the church as a donkey.
"No! I do not want the little page of King Arthur! "
It seems that the father was able to convince her ear whispering" quiet this time it's all fall. "
Then I ran into a person's hair with Toto Cutugno.
How much liked because of that Pagliarone!
He said that to grow the bunch was the great turning point in his life.
Wow. What svoltone.
If you had just the shampoo and the engine would not ever put a helmet to prevent the wig that dent.
One day I observed: "You are right. If you were to smash at least we would find on your head hair in order. "
did not appreciate the sarcasm, but he understood the message. In fact, stopped using the bike after shampooing.
Once his barber to take his hand and he shortened his hair a couple of inches more than usual. He promised to denounce it and ran straight home. He stuck his head in a wool cap and if you took it the following month. In July.
I hope I never lose my hair. Would find the gas barrel.
Unless you decide to do as my friend. Read a partial baldness, decided thickening of the void with a toupee. But just could not get used to the wick on the pumpkin. The itch, gave him heat, was never in order. But in the days of the cold comes in handy. And even in summer, when fired in the air-conditioned office at zero degrees. Thus began using it as a hat. Now to go out and puts it away when it enters another's house, church, restaurant and respectfully to greet the ladies.
Even my former Palestinian , when he arrived in Italy, had a problem with the hair. Line on the one hand, and curl end rogue wave. Seemed to be the husband of Scarlett O'Hara.
the series "I like you for who you are," ordered him to be immediately removed from the head quell'impiastro.
Clark Gable then asked me to accompany him to a barber any.
A devilish thought appeared in my mind. The poor
not oppose any resistance. He sat in the middle of the room with her hair wet and a towel over her shoulders. There was not even a mirror. When he saw
wielding the scissors from the kitchen, he was a doubt
"Are you sure? Have you ever done this before? "
" Sure! "
Yeah. Cicciobello to my cousin. At
me doing well. But when I came to the front bushing, I giving too much emphasis fury with a scissor kick from fear.
"Hey up!"
"I'm sorry I hurt you?"
"No, you made me afraid."
Damn, I had opened a highway through his hair!
shredding here and I tried to repair there, but I did not see the solution.
In the end, I left a longer lock which went to cover the wrongdoing. With a hairpin that did hold the tuft repairman, would be perfect.
"Here!"
He took an aluminum pan and we looked into it.
"What have you done!?"
"Why? Watch the pan that it is deformed. "
" You think so? "
When I had almost convinced that he had made a masterpiece, I remembered that quell'aiuola mowed side was raped by my boyfriend. I made him put his coat and I deposited on the door of the barber found.
I went to pick up an hour later.
"How have you done? You look like a turnip! "
He raised his eyes to heaven, invoking Allah's patience.
If the day that we met agreed that the Palestinian had a problem with my hair, I must say that his problems that day became two.
Returning to our President, I call on all men with the same syndrome of neglect. When the hair will begin to leave, in fact, that service and mettetegliela liberatevene you first. Forget lotions, report, wigs, and transplants.
Zac. Montalbano cut and go.
We women appreciate it more.
also because if Squinzi we like the man with the ponytail, by adult - stressed, impatient and hysterical - we prefer much more the man who does not let us find the hair in the sink.
Bottom line: If you look like Richard Gere and ... okay, some hair around the house can also tolerate. But if it looks like Richard Gere and now turns to San Francisco, and then no. Not worth it. Piazza San Pietro A
prefer the desert of the Tartars. Capito
Knight?
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