BAAAAA-ZIIIINNNNNNG am I printing my ass out one of these! Because to be perfectly honest, I live in daily hardcore fear of seeing my ex out in public. Dude's a monster, for real, but I am not going to get into that story because I don't want anyone to throw up.
Two problemos with this, though. One, I'm not a ginger. My hair is a funny shade of brownish blondish reddish right now, but it certainly isn't Ron Weasley red. Other problemo, I'm a chick. So if I'm trying to disguise myself with a creepstache, I might actually end up drawing more attention to myself.
Luckily for me, my ex doesn't shower, so I'd probably be able to smell him from like a good 1/4 mile away, then either have time to pull my hair up and in a baseball hat, put on some sunglasses and THEN put on the emergency mustache and possibly pass for a semi ginger dude..... or I could just hop into my 4 cylinders of glory and get the fuck out. I'm just glad I have options.
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