Warsh Your Head Right Here
Don’t you hate when you go to the store and forget something? I forgot the shampoo. Well, I put it in the cart, and I paid for it, but I’ll be damned if I can find it. I don’t even remember unpacking it. But I have the flounder, the shoe leather, the cherry phosphate, the amoebic dysentery, rock chocolate, Michael Phelps, two jews, a Mexican, and a black, three badgers, the Cliffs of Dover, lobster flesh, the Klopman diamond, six cases of Mr. Gouda’s Snappy Pop, and an alligator hat. But no shampoo. And I’m out of shampoo I stole from motels. I’m going to have to put my head in the dishwasher or something.
And I went to the mini-store today and found a bunch of Fender Strat single coils. I got 6 of the damn things. Well, 2 are Squiers.
Vroom!
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