A Bob type story
Went to the gym last week and realised when I got there that I had no shoes and had misplaced my colour glaze for my hair (which by the way, I died again and it went red, despite using blonde hair dye this time. It's a good thing I don't really care about my hair--shhhh don't tell Monsty). So I hung out on the mats and did some ab work and pushups and stretches. Went home and looked for shoes.
No shoes.
Went to work and looked for shoes.
No shoes.
Went to the gym and asked if they had my shoes. Yeah! they had my shoes. Did some gym stuff, went home.
Realised I had left my wallet locked in the wallet locker at the gym.
Still have no colour glaze.
posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 9:52 AM
6 Comments:
Bob, you are seriously turning into one of those mad, absent-minded geniuses people love to make jokes about. Is your red hair all frizzy too?
Yeah Swami, that's about right.
Well, except for the turning into part.
And the genius part.
Other than that, it's bang on.
Sometimes, it's hard to be Bob, isn't it?
Color glaze tastes good on ice cream.
Were you going to color glaze your hair at the gym?
The glaze is conditioner for coloured hair that promised to leave my hair extra smooth and shiny and bursting with colour.
It didn't promise to vanish without a trace.
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