Haunted….

July 25, 2006

Got a haircut today
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Beautiful Dutch lady doing the honours.
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God damn she was fine.
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But halfway through the cut
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It happened.
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I bestowed my special brand of wind upon the world
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I had done my best to wince, flinch and inch that bad boy out with as little announcement as possible - it was no good though - it was out there.
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God damn it smelled.
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Like a 2 week old bag of vegetables baked in the sun.
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Nowhere to look, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
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What do you say? She knows - you know.
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Nothing you can do but let the silence hang in the air
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Along with my heinous crime.
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After the event had came to pass wind...

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....That was easily the longest ten minutes of my life sitting in that God damned chair.
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Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe it.
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I’ll not be going back.
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Worst farting experience since the time I was wearing headphones on the running machine at the Gym in Jakarta - I never knew how loud it was - still haunts me.
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That was for brother Eric - mild comparison to his bowel movement adventures.