What an eventful weekend......
I spent my Friday night out on Long Island, locally, celebrating a friend's birthday. In a drunken stupor and dancing as per usual, the DJ finds that to be the perfect time to start spinning reggae. Naturally, "dutty wine" comes on.....
8 seconds into the song, my weave ponytail spins like a helicopter off my head in the air-exiting stage RIGHT. I find it located conveniently already, underneath someone's Jordans.
I am officially dutty wine traumatized.
The End.
3 comments:
That's exactly why I fear hair pieces...and weaves...
ME TOO. i'd be beyond traumatized...i'd be scarred from every being sdventurous with my hair again..or being seen in that club.
DUTTY WINE MY GIRLLL--*helicopter hair spins wildly & lands under oh boys dunks...::gossip girl moment:; OMFG
i never meant to fall on the floor crying in laughter...you know i love you and your promiscous hairrr
this too shall pass daniel son..
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