[Filtered] My day.

[final_problem]

[OOC Note: This entry is filtered to everyone EXCEPT Tom.]Today I woke up and went to classes. Then I got into a game of rugby with some of the guys. Decided I needed a shower so I went back to the room and grabbed my shower stuff. Got in the shower. Started washing my hair

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[tollingforthee]

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Aw, dude. I uh- I don't know what to say.

Uhm. D- do you need a wig?

[final_problem]

I can live with the baldness. Just looks like I stepped out of boot camp or some shit. It'll grow back. Tom's head won't. That helps me sleep at night.

[tollingforthee]

If it's any consolation, while you were super-gluing your hands to your scalp, I was smacking him around a bit? So he probably didn't enjoy it as much as he thought he would.

[final_problem]

When I smack him around, it's not gonna be just a bit. So no he isn't gonna be enjoying it as much as he thought he would.

[on_the_dot]

Do you still have the hair? This is not an idle inquiry, this is me being evil on your behalf.

[final_problem]

Still got a few chunks of it that're still falling off of my hands after they gave me something to dissolve the glue. Why? Was thinking of tossing it into his bed but that doesn't seem mean enough.

[on_the_dot]

The dude is an obvious liquor snob and probably has some around.

You do the math on where it goes.

[final_problem]

You fucking rock.

[cyber_nautilus]

I should come up with some kind of solvent.

The only problem is that it might accidentally dissolve skin, too.

So probably not a good idea.

You should get some henna done on your scalp with tribal designs. That would look awesome. :D

[final_problem]

Why the fuck did you have to go off and find a boyfriend?

[cyber_nautilus]

It seemed like a good idea at the time. :) IIRC, you were otherwise occupied, neh?

[final_problem]

Yeah well. Someday we'll both be unoccupied and that'll be an awesome goddamn day.

[artofwu]

I do not see this stopping any time soon. I always get to watch you and your prank wars, Doyle. First Jane's brothers, and now your room mate.

Need any help? I climb real good. :D

[thenewprince]

I would suggest one of two things, either a Manic Panic fest and go with the most bizarre colors you would never consider and then install a black light above your bed. It'll be hard to sleep with you glowing like a neon light across the room. Or you could buy yourself a really hot fedora and rock that like you meant it. I'd gladly take you shopping for one.

In terms of any sort of revenge? Well, that's easy. Buy a really awesome bottle of his drink of choice. Pour a glass for yourself and wait for him. Put a laxative in the bottle. Give it to him and say it's a 'this has gone too far' present. Wait and watch the look of extreme discomfort, then pain, then the necessity to change pants.

[artofwu]

You know, that second paragraph explains a lot. Poor Wendy Hatcher. She never saw it coming.

(You should not be reminding me of old times. We talked about this. :P)

[thenewprince]

Well, I would never do something like this myself. Ahem. I also would never have been responsible for the Tropical Punch Kool-Aid that got put in her shampoo and body wash in the girl's locker room either. Each bottle had thirty packets of Kool-Aid mixed in. Whoever did that knew that she couldn't see in the shower because she wore glasses.

[artofwu]

Oh, no, of course you wouldn't. You are, after all, up for sainthood.