Hirsuit pursuit?.....
When the going gets hairy...
Hirsute......
He wants to carry the torch or possibly be the torch.
Let the wookie win.
He needs some gold chains...
I hope this guy doesn’t have any sisters....yuk.
Is he Rogainian?
Is this a good idea?
Danny said he was too young to remember how it felt being in the circus. But Mundo Campo, whose father owns the circus in which Danny now performs, will never forget. "So [the brothers] were in a cage inside, and they were sitting in two chairs," Campo said. "I told my father about it and said, 'You know, the saddest part of this is they're never going to be out of this cage, right? They are going to be in the cages forever.'" Campo convinced his father to hire the boys and train them in the circus arts. "We began working as magicians. Then I started on the trampoline, and from the trampoline I went to become a trapeze artist," Danny said. "Someday I want to work in the large circuses in order to be more popular, not with the public but with the circus people."
She asked him why
Why I’m hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and nighty-night night
My hair is a fright
I’m hairy high and low
But don’t ask me why
‘Cause he don’t know
It’s not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead
Darlin...
Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer hair
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Grow it, show it
Long as I can grow it
My hair
I can let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home for the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for the buzzing bees
A nest for birds
There ain’t no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Grow it, show it
Long as I can grow it
My hair
I want it long, straight and curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, steaming, gleaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Mangled, tangled, spangled
And spaghetti!
Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short
Down to here
Down to there
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself
Don’t never have to cut
‘Cause it stops by itself
My beard grows to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair around my bare, And down the road I goes. (Shel Silverstein)
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