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Yes, I know of it… when certain of my female relatives visit my house, with all that long, lustrous hair… I swear, their, err, “gifts” linger for weeks before we are once again hair-free. No offense to said relatives, of course! ;) But you all know me and short hair…
Hahahahaha
But wait, post it also under your name!
Ooooh. Fast response.
Hahaha… I actually was editing it as you were typing the first comment. I’m a speedy noticer.
And a spider.
I don’t know if you know this, but I live in constant fear of spiders. So thanks for this… and remind me not to come to your house… spiders… *shudder*
It’s not actually that bad, but hairs of all lengths find their way into clothing… sheets… the laundry… towels… the butter dish…
You know it’s spring when you go to adjust your shirt and your hand comes away trailing foot-long hairs. Ah, molting season.
Looks like Harry Potter on ’shrooms.
You’ve seen through my lies, Furnando.
Molting season. Ha! I know of this all too well.
Yes, I know of it… when certain of my female relatives visit my house, with all that long, lustrous hair… I swear, their, err, “gifts” linger for weeks before we are once again hair-free. No offense to said relatives, of course! ;) But you all know me and short hair…
Ha! I just now noticed the title… took me long enough! And I’m not usually serious… I guess I need to re-examine my approach…