Warning: This column contains multiple poo references.
 
Okay, now that the disclaimer is out of the way, let's talk about something we all do but never talk about. Unless you're really drunk. Which I'm not, for this portion anyway.
Poo. Why is it such a taboo to talk about it? We talk about everything else-  periods, child bearing,  pimples and warts and all that stuff. For some reason, people don't like to talk about their poo. Well, I do, and I'm going to share all of it with you people.
Okay, it's not my poo per se, but it did fall on me while I was walking with Willow. In my hair. And me with a hair fetish. I freaked. Until I managed to convince myself that it wasn't really poo. It was water.
So then Willow and I continued on our way to Kinko's (which is a copying place,  you perverts) and then she noticed a stain on her pants. Yep. Pigeon poo attack number two. Tee hee hee! Number two! Get it? Anyway, once we got to the place, she washed her pants out. 
I guess the whole point of this is that I'm still denying the poo-in-hair-thing, until I reach up into my hair. Now, keep in mind that we've both worked all day, and have been at the copying place for six hours, so we're both really tired. So, I reach into my hair and I feel it. Crusty poo in my coif. So, I turn to Willow and tell her I have poo in my hair. And we both start crying because we're laughing so hard. Then we got kicked out because we didn't stop laughing. Bastards.
 

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