fetched my bro back from school; and he came out from school with his hair all mussed up, like he waxed it.oooh, i was IMPRESSED. since when did he get so cool? sidetracking, he has a friend who has hair so friggin spiky you could carve pineapples with it.. so he comes up to me with his bombastic hair.
bro: hey jeanette! look at my hair! me: yeahhhhh. since when you so cool? (then i proceeded to muss up his hair.) me: eeeh, why your hair so wet? bro: i show you again? me: use sweat to make it spiky huh? bro: nope me: oh gross! you didn't wash your hair!! bro: i did! by then his hair is cool again, courtesy of me:)cos i've stuck my hand in and spiked it up properly. then he's walkin off with his hair all funky lookin, and he shouts over his shoulder " i just didn't wash it properly!"
i know how macbeth felt after killing duncan. "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine Making the green one red"
just sub 'blood' with gunk, and 'red'and 'incarnadine' with any gross colour you can come up with.bleagh. my brother can be the next alexander flemming.. cept he doesn't need bread mold; he's got it all up there. literally. this fella, he's a walkin bio-hazard.
