Many women, of all races, are concerned about the hair on their heads, but what about the hair that makes its way from the head to the streets of Philly and beyond?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Pat Boone better stay outta W. Philly
so i usually just see the hair hanging out in the street in the morning on my way to work, but i never knew exactly how it got there...
until now... Pat Boone, we have enough issues with feral hair on 60th btwn Haverford and Market without you leaving your hair hats here after your rodeo act.
"Tumbling Tumbleweave"
in wild wild west (philly), where the hair is free to roam, we sing this song...
See then tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
I'm a rovin' cowboy ridin' all day long
Tumbleweaves around me sing their lonely song
Nights underneath the prairie moon
I'll ride along and sing a tune
See then tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
I know when night is gone
That a new world's born at dawn
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
I'm a rovin' cowboy ridin' all day long
Tumbleweaves around me sing their lonely song
Nights underneath the prairie moon
I'll ride along and sing a tune
See then tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
I know when night is gone
That a new world's born at dawn
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweave
friday night fake hair fights
this is a whole 18" ponytail. i suspect it was torn out in a fight that, in my mind, i hope went something like this...
34th street NYC
This lil bugger, i'd like to say it was a wad of Hawaiian Silky but I can't be sure, was spotted as my friend was waiting for the bus back to DC. I guess they were waiting in line together. Hope they both got home safely.
now...
This is a whole damn head of hair. So someone is walking around 60th and Market bald. Bald ass bald. It looks pretty fresh so if I look around a little, I may find its mother.
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