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LUDIC LOG
09.03.2004

Warning!  Partial shirtlessness!

Once, I had a glorious 'Rab-fro.  It was the envy of all who saw it.

But it soon grew too fast, too far, and broke too many people's hearts. 


It had even become resistant to Goody's finest plastic combs.

If things continued at this race, I would become no better than a dirty hippie.

Innocent birds were becoming trapped in it, and there they perished, leaving behind only skeletons and sadness.

It had to go.

And so, armed with only a pair of clippers, a pair of scissors, and a big pair of stones, the work of demolishing the 'Rab-fro began.

Halfway through the process, resistance was met when it was discovered that I had no hand mirror.  My head was a mess of gouged-out chunks, but no one cares what you look like at a dollar store.

As things developed, it was -- it was shocking.

And then I raaaaaaan!  I ran so far awaaaaaay!  I just raaaaaaaan!  I ran all night and daaaaaaaaay!

The whole procedure was made more difficult by the fact that I don't wear Fop, goddamn it!  I'm a Dapper Dan man!

But at last it was done!  And I was more handsome than ever.

Before, I was a filthy stinking greaseball unfit for anything but crooning at Italian banquet halls.  But now I make Johnny Depp look like a puddle of dry puke!

Mark my words, the "Retarded Alfalfa" look will be all the rage in '05!

Is this the lamest entry ever?  Could I get any more self-indulgent?  What does my hair look like now?  WATCH THIS SPACE!
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