went for a hair cut this morning (wow generally home clippers jobs for me) and for some surreal reason they were playing Otis Reading, it was agony - in such a way i wanted to bop my head, which is bad when you have someone (i.e WGM) cutting your boofon.
now strangely ive cracked out the the otis tracks and have decided tis my new direction, so may be going lowrider stylie.
and the lesson for today is dont change your soap, fucking hand are itchin like mad
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