Y'know what bugs me?
When I'm outside in the wind.
And I can't remember which side I parted my hair on.
And therefore, I do not know how to re-tame it.
Oh, to be a middle-aged bald man.
P.S. I met Misster Kitty in real life and he is a doll.
P.P.S. This is not to infer that Misster Kitty is a middle-aged bald man.
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P.P.P.S At least Misster Kitty is not a middle-aged bald man yet...
and god willing never will! (well the bald part any way.)
N@, it was a hoot 'n a half meeting you on Friday!
While I have yet to hit middle-age, as a bald man I do have to say that there are advantages to losing your hair.
As N@ has come to realize.
With age comes wisdom... and liver-spots.
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