I MADE ANOTHER HATT. This one is called “Thank God Holden Caulfield is not a real guy: too bad he’s not - for punching”
Ay dogg, I hear you like sun hats. So I put.. a bunch of yarns.. together.. and..
So I made a hat for girls who are from San Francisco and wear really big sunglasses. I do not own a pair of really big sunglasses, so I put on some wicked red shades for you to be able to imagine really big sunglasses. Or. To make that easier for you. Or because I have two black eyes.
I think this is possibly day 4 of filth-hair. This amazing filth comes at the most inopportune time though; for tomorrow I must arise to meet the day early and interact with people that may “potentially” get me money. This flip goes flat for no man, though.
Viva la filth.
(Has anyone noticed that I don’t move from this couch? Yep..)
RELATIONSHIP TURNING POINT: I’ve got a copy of your keys, boy.
This moose represents.. our.. mutual love of Northern Exposure. And.. that lady with the mole.
SSSAAAATANG!