Between my long red beard, the long days of riding, and the snafu at the border, I was stressed out. They directed me to the best way to get to the next crossing. Before the Canadians had expelled me, a friendly border guard said he would delay sending the paperwork banning me from ...
hairType semi_bald(male), long_afro(female), short_afro(male), pony_tail(female), center_part(male), side_part(male), cornrows(male), bald(male) hairColor black, blonde, blue, brown, orange, pink, white beardType(male) goat_patch, goatee, fork, chin_trap, garibaldi, ned_kelly bear...
I do want to point out that Richard Dawkins went at this scientifically in The Selfish Gene, saying that fashion comes and goes because once short hair is fashionable and the dominant meme, long hair (or mullets) becomes rebellious and cool until IT becomes dominant, and having short hair i...
There were many other arguments supporting these main points, but the upshot of the whole fatwa was that Hamas was way out of line in launching their initial attack, that they had “stepped in it” and the responsibility for the subsequent carnage in Gaza must be laid at their feet. Such ...
She splashed some water on her face, glanced in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. She ran her fingers through her stringy red hair and got into the shower.While she soaped up and washed off the night’s festivities, the details of last night’s events slowly seeped ...
By this time I had recollected myself so far as to tell them that he could not be a quarter of a mile before; and to beg one of them to assist me in conveying the corpse of my friend to the next house, in order to it being interred. The captain, foreseeing that, in case he...
from my blackouts, the floor is hard against my now jutting bones. My face is a scratchy mass of beard and my hair is lank and greasy. The days of haircuts, perfectly trimmed stubble and hard effort at the gym just to fill out my t-shirts seem so far away now – and so pointless...
of the butterfly blasted towards the grove, and the long hard shit of the real. The toilet of truism came a burderning down. Are you my Angel, some queer once asked. The bananas never were, but here lips, the dying scars—they were the canyons The Pen lost drawing himself in towards...
But I didn’t get a lot of respect hitchhiking around the Southwest as a ragged, solitary stranger, with long hair and a beard (uncommon in cowboy country back then). In fact, I got shot at standing on the roadside in Colorado waiting for a ride and epithets like “fucking hippy” ...
The sight of the pope wearing a fake Fidel Castro beard might have pushed me right over the edge. 5) Join us on Twitter @gregcote] FANS OF WWE AND PRO WRESTLING NEED TO LIGHTEN UP: As Dolphins stadium prepares to host WrestleMania XXVIII, I have learned recently -- and find it ...