This morning Contessa and Arthur are on hiatus. They wanted more time to make out. Not mention, Arthur needs more time to convince Contessa she needs to go with him for protection. Vampires! You know how they are.
Okay. The flying monkeys need to fly….
Wanted you all to know that I’ve got a pet peeve. Ear hair.
I’m a hairdresser and I see lots of hair. Head hair. Nose hair. Eye brows. Neck hair. Back and chest hairs that wave at me, peeking out of their owners’ collars. Unusually long forehead hair. All of these are worth blogging about, but ear hair takes the cake.
My hubby and I know a gentleman who has the hairiest ears I’ve ever seen. They remind me of baby fried squid. You know, the little bulbous things with fried squiggly legs that are edible. And I like those but not growing out of someone’s ears.
How can anyone hear with rows of ear hair? Better yet, how can one possibly clean the potatoes out of their ears with all that ear hair. Really?
And, what’s wrong with their wives, girlfriends, or sweeties? Do they really not care about their mens’ appearances? Really? Ewwe…
The guy above wants the government in India to pay him because he can grow gorgeous ear hair. Really? He resembles half bat, half wolf. Someone sharpen me a blade. I’ll be glad to whack them suckers off. Maybe then he can get a real job, sitting at a desk, processing paperwork for his government.
This old guy is in the Book of World Guinness for the longest ear hair. Really! I guess it brings you celebrity status if you live in India. Watch the next news clip I found.
What do you think? Should we send our men to India so they can obtain celebrity status for growing ear hair?
