I mean like today I'm hanging with my owner and it's hot, sticky, humid and just plain nasty and did I mention the flies? Anyway, I was just chillin when I dozed off for a few minutes and when I woke up ..... dam! Wha happened to my hair? No one around cept my owner and he's playin Mr. Innocent....like there's nothing different....
Ok, so he finally notices the braids (like he didn't see them right away) and gives me some horse crap about how good I look. What is he smoking? Not bad enough that he sticks this white stuff around my eyes, like I'm a linebacker or something but now I have the hair to match. If I got the salary and the chicks that go with being a football star....well maybe, but this ain't me. If I just had that opposable thumb thing going on I could do my own hair. Next lifetime. That'll teach me to fall asleep around that nut-job! What's next?
Pocahontas....Out!
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