The Easter Bunny Hates You
Saturday, March 22nd, 2008By raincoaster
Forgive me if you’ve seen this already. Cover the eyes of your tender young and gaze, if you can, upon the unmitigated malignity which is The Real Easter Bunny.
Via Defamer
Forgive me if you’ve seen this already. Cover the eyes of your tender young and gaze, if you can, upon the unmitigated malignity which is The Real Easter Bunny.
Via Defamer
You know, there are just some days when a mom just can’t wash her hair. I’m thinking back to that haze of infancy when most of the time, going to the bathroom alone is a major accomplishment, much less a full-fledged shower. Many were the times when I went out without washing my hair, and usually a baseball cap would do the trick. It didn’t look very good, but at least no one could see my dirty hair.
Back in the day, and I mean waaay back in the college days, I used to use baby powder. I could get away with it because I have blonde hair, but after a while it looked awful and it didn’t help at all to fix the “flat” look at the roots.
But that was a long time ago, and technology has luckily come to our rescue in the form of dry shampoos.
One of the best out there is Klorane Dry Oat Shampoo.
It uses the natural absorbency of oats to get the impurities out of your hair, and it gives your hair that little extra “lift” that it has when it is clean.
It has a pleasant smell that is light years ahead of baby powder, and the only minus against is the size of the bottle, which is on the small side.
However, we shall cross our fingers and hope that your non-showering days will be few and far between.
This is what it’s like to work for a celebrity. In limos, you are the one stuck on the jump seat while the boss gets the whole back to himself. In restaurants, you get the table by the bathroom door while the owners ply the celeb with Champagne and truffles. And when it comes to reader-submitted vintage YouTubes of Texans endangering their chillens for the sake of a tawdry few moments of fame, you get sloppy seconds.
So go over to The Manolo’s place for the very best in Baby Hater news. I’m going to drown my sorrows in Ovaltine…