Monday, May 14, 2007
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Unbeweaveable
Thank god I didn't give up trolling the bowels of the internet for higher intellectual persuits on new years, as I briefely considered. Otherwise, I would have missed Samwell's internet video debut. I would have been mortified to be the last on the block to catch this one.
Ladies and gentle readers, I submit for your entertainment, Samwell's first single, a viral classic before its time, "What What (In The Butt)."
Lord knows my gentle readers love a dose of olde fashioned homo with their chocolate starfish . . . ugh, er, mousse, or . . . long john? Um, brioche? Damnit, now everything sounds faggoty.
Fucking queers. Why do they have to take all the good music video ideas first?
In other, non-anal news, I currently have long hair. Most of it isn't mine. In the spirit of costumage, I applied a goodly ammount of hair weave to my scalp in hopes of gaining waist-length platinum strands. You know, to look like Barbie. For this doll fetish party I went to. To great effect. I include the following photograph, during which I was not only smashed, but trying to talk to the cameraman, when he closed the shutter:
I bought the hair and the glue at a "ghetto ass" beauty supply store. About sixty bucks. The boy and I spent an hour and a half gluing it in. Apparently the effect lasts a week or so. I'm on day 5 and about to go to work. As long as one doesn't wash her hair, it'll stay, I'm told. About another day or so is all I can forsee going without shampoo, baby powder be damned. I wonder if I can reuse the hair . . .
Those interested in the technique should consult this page. It's really not hard. If I can do it, any crack whore can do it.
