Cum on Feel the Noize

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JohnThomas was doing a perfect gesture to the above song in tribute to Kevin DuBrow, the late lead singer of Quiet Riot.
He wanted me to join in with the hair.
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"Come on, get some hair."
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I didn't have any hair in Inventory.
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"When they told me I was going bald, JT, I decided to let the hair on the sides grow to my knees."

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Patrick: ...and so it remains
Patric: btw i use as much shampoo as you
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johnthomas Jun: no way
Patric: my hair is 'transparent' right now, so you can't tell.

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Jeniffer Shelford: HEY EVERYONE!
Patric: hi jennifer

johnthomas Jun: hello
Patric: i mean jeniffer
Jeniffer Shelford: It's ok!
Jeniffer Shelford: I get that all the time!
Patric: lol
Jeniffer Shelford: You need to fix your hair.

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Patric: i am preoccupied with hair
Patric: i am so tired of hair
Sugar Enoch: LOL,,,, patric
Savannah Ducatillon: I am a hair whore
Kami Singh changes her hair for Patric
Kami Singh: I bet I own more hair than you Savannah :P
johnthomas Jun: battle of the....
bella Fiddlesticks: now now girls play nice before someone loses a weave!!!
Patric: forget all other hair...i'm going to be first one w/ fetish for armpit hair
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bella Fiddlesticks: LMAO
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Sugar Enoch: eeewwww Patric
Kami Singh: ROTFL Patric
Patric: it's my right
Sugar Enoch: yes it is
Patric: other hair is overexposed
Savannah Ducatillon: arm pit hair huh Patric?
Savannah Ducatillon: eww!
Patric: not saying it's official
Savannah Ducatillon: it should be outlawed
Patric: definitely
Patric: it makes no sense...unlike other hair (snickers)
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johnthomas Jun: let's part the hair
johnthomas Jun: hehe
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Patric: let's dye one one color
Patric: and the other another color
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bella Fiddlesticks: SEXAY

SL/Birth of a Mullet

Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 5

Stalking out another twin.

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[8:56] Soy: hello my brother
[8:56] Soy: i emerged out of the ferns to surprise you
[8:56] Aribella: wow you really are twins
[8:57] Soy: my long lost twin
[8:57] Soy: my long lost twin complete with chuck norris cape
[8:57] Brick: lol
[8:57] Soy: omg
[8:57] Soy: he is changing
[8:58] Soy: NOOO
[8:58] Soy: quit it, brother
[8:58] Brick: it's genetics soy, you're next in line
[8:58] Soy: lol
[8:58] Brick: hereditory
[8:58] Soy: he is stuck in the '80s
[8:58] Soy: my brother
[8:58] Soy: chuck norris cape, Mr T flag
[8:58] Soy: i hope he doesn't choose a mullet
[8:59] Aribella: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOo Mullets!
[8:59] Soy: the mullet might happen
[8:60] Soy: you may be witnessing the birth of a mullet

[9:03] Soy: lol omg

[9:03] Soy: mullet came into the world

[9:03] Soy: record the time: 9:03

Want to return to 1983 instantly? Here's how.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5905210375134304831&hl=en

SL/Overheard (stoner marathon)

Volunteer
LanceG: Anyone want to be my test subject?
Cret: I want you to operate on my taste buds.

Work avoidance
Lee: why you dont use this url for music
Lee: its 80s music
Muwa: oh i hear enough of that at work
Muwa: i need to escape 80s for awhile
Lee: where you working
Muwa: i work in what i call the 'work world'
Lee: lol

Provincialism?
EricD: I want to have the national flag of a country i don't like tattooed on my thumb.
EricD: On the bottom.

A Conversation unique to this universe
littleboy: Hey man, you're on fire.
Milo: I know.
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Over my head appeared a halo made of weed smoke.

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Symbolism
I want to dry off at a nude beach using shredded shower curtains as towels.

Entrepreneurial ism
I want to give virtual tours of the White House attic.

True confessions
I want access to one of the most mysterious places on earth--the confessional chamber normally occupied by Catholic priests. In these cloistered quarters I want to experience 100 bong hits in a row, one for each mistake of the day. At the end of these divine exhalations will be the undeniable smell of a plant being offered up to God. I will emerge with fresh ash on my shirt and lap.
I want to be free again.

Second Life/Sexy Lexi

There is a fascinating world out there called Second Life, which only exists on the Web. And I have been playing it (or wandering on it) since earlier this week.

Yesterday I ended up getting kicked out (and banned) from an '80s dance club by a girl named Lexi. (Lexi, by the way, is the perfect name for a proprietor of an '80s dance club.) Lexi was about 25 and built--or built as much as pixels can be--and she stood on a table, dancing away...topless. She became my first topless table dancer! I gave her 50 (Linden) dollars. (Linden dollars is the official currency in Second Life.)
Maybe my gums flapped too much, because Lexi soon grew tired of my act and bounced me from the club. Banned. [She need not hire bouncers, by the way, because she's more than capable of bouncing people herself.] I found myself outside the club, literally looking in. Emotionally, I was roughed up but otherwise I was okay enough to start wandering the grounds--looking for a way back in.
Sexy Lexi.
I must have "wandered" for over five minutes, peering in windows, checking doors: Everything was locked. Yes, I know it all sounds desperate, but as far as I was concerned, me and Lexi still had unfinished business to tend to. (I *needed* back in.)

I even tried IMing her a half-dozen times. No response. Apparently when you are "banned" on SL your messages disappear into the void of cyber space--especially when you are trying to reach a proprietor. Lexi, as owner of the club, could not hear my cries for re-admittance, nor see me pounding on the door.

Then something stopped me: What if it really wasn't an '80s dance club? What if it really was a front for prostitution? Hadn't Sexy Lexi been a pixelated call girl? A phore?
Hadn't the whole '80s dance club thing been a masquerade; a front? Come to think of it, even the music made no sense: over-the-top arrangements by Motley Crüe followed by some piffle from Air Supply? Any self-respecting '80s dance club knew better than this.

Then I had my answer:
I was lucky to have most of my Linden dollars left.

Another lesson learned from Second Life!