The incident occurred at RebelBingo Friday the 29th of June. It was a dark and stormy night… ( it wasn’t but for dramatic purposes suspend your disbelief )
I actually don’t want to get too descriptive because I think this blog should be PG rated when I’m not talking about sex in graphic detail, but fear not I won’t leave you on the edge of your seat. Here’s a guide to reading the hidden meaning behind my account of the events of that haunting night.
Its simple fill the blanks with the worst word you can think of. I’ll let your filthy minds help paint the scene
Some ____ was being an evil ____ and unclipped the back of their bingo stamp and was flicking the ink around, like a child they kept going until someone got hurt. My poor hair was the victim in this case ! The ____ flicked the stamp ink ALL OVER me and now my hair will never be the same *SOB*
Before you call the over reaction police, the ink went all over my back, my hair even my very soul in now stained (that might not be from the ink)
The _____ laughed and said sorry but do you think anyone would care if OJ said sorry… I don’t think so.
The ink was not water based and now I look like the love child of the Jolly Green Giant.
I’ve washed my hair 4 times since the incident Friday night and my hair is still green as you can see below.
I wonder if I can somehow make this patchy green hair work to my advantage but I have a feeling it’s going to land me on Vice Magazines Do’s and Don’ts page under a very big DON’T.