When growing my hair I went through the inevitable mullet stage.
When it was longer, I also dyed it green, prompting my good friend who I hadn't seen for a while to greet me with "Hey, Vagabond - stupid hair. How's life?"

Altalt: I once - after massive drugs - argued myself into astrology based on the gravitational pull of the sun, therefore the stars might have the most minute gravitational pull on us, just enough to slightly alter chemical reactions, so that certain constellations at certain times would affect babies developing in the womb at that time and so the genetic parts of their character. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 7 May 2014, 11:06, Reply)