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/Fact and some fiction

I wandered onto her land.

"Want to eat?" she asked me.

Did I look like I needed to eat? I may live longer.

"It's better to be a bird. Believe me," she said.

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Did I hear her right?

"Do you speak?" she finally asked.

It was my turn to talk.

"I speak chicken scratch and turkish," I said.

She had no hair on her head, so I wondered if this signified at attempt to "drop out" of society...thus, her appraisal of birds.

"You know, you can be one yourself," I said.

"???"

"A bird. You can be a bald eagle. You can be a turkey vulture too."

"???"

"I thought you liked birds..."

"I do like birds. I have one in my house, and one in my skillet right now."

"Ewwwwwww."

"I eat in front of my parakeet; he doesn't mind."

Traitor, I thought.

"The last chicken I ate had no name. I named my parakeet, though. His name is Spot."

"Even thawed birds deserve names," I reminded her.

"Spot is named after my last pet, a dog." She wasn't really listening.

"Wild," I thought.

"Spot ran away shortly after I got my parakeet. So I just started calling my parakeet Spot."

"Uhhhhh" I said.

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...to be continued