I knew a guy who owned a wild comb. He kept it in his back pocket. But one day he felt a tickle, reached back and, paradoxically, found his comb missing. It turns out the comb had chewed through the pocket, gotten into his pants and gone wild right there. X-rays later located the comb in the guy's colon. The guy was embarrassed, but he felt better when the x-rays went for $75 on ebay. At least that's how I heard the story.
CM, you are the lord of random brilliance and I am blinded by your hilarity, and also the tears squeezed out by laughter. Good stuff, as usual.
While in college, to save money, I'd get a pair of electric clippers and put on the 1/8th inch guard and zip my hair off when it got too long -- or longer than about an inch, I suppose. I'd also wear a green army mechanic's jumpsuit that was 4 sizes too big and fill all the pockets with books. People knew me as the bald kid in the floppy jumpsuit full of books.
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I knew a guy who owned a wild comb. He kept it in his back pocket. But one day he felt a tickle, reached back and, paradoxically, found his comb missing. It turns out the comb had chewed through the pocket, gotten into his pants and gone wild right there. X-rays later located the comb in the guy's colon. The guy was embarrassed, but he felt better when the x-rays went for $75 on ebay. At least that's how I heard the story.
CM, you are the lord of random brilliance and I am blinded by your hilarity, and also the tears squeezed out by laughter. Good stuff, as usual.
While in college, to save money, I'd get a pair of electric clippers and put on the 1/8th inch guard and zip my hair off when it got too long -- or longer than about an inch, I suppose. I'd also wear a green army mechanic's jumpsuit that was 4 sizes too big and fill all the pockets with books. People knew me as the bald kid in the floppy jumpsuit full of books.
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