The wondrous beef curtains, she was a gal with such class, such integrity that it was mandatory to have in place a fancy fine scrap of fake clip in hair mixed in with her own. This was a great jewel, a prize of charm….big puffs of synthetic hair is all the rage, and with that said off we went to one crummy party in which the Beef Curtains decided to get into a cat-fight. That was some brawl, there was name calling at first then “come-on” gestures that are always funny in themselves. Then the grabbing at each others clothing and then……. all of the sudden… right out of the fun filled blue….. something unidentifiable at the time flew up into the air and landed near an ashtray on the coffee table just close enough for a few of the particle hair strands to join up with a lit cigarette. There it was, a small percentage of a toupee so to speak laid there in dire need of attention… it began to smolder and with that came the smell of a year old unwashed wig. We sat there on the couch huddled together in front of beautiful facsimile, laughing and paying no mind to the fist fight that then developed to the two of them rolling about the floor. The potential of a fire got the Beef Curtains attention, she quickly came over to her property and dusted it off as if it just simply fell into some dirt rather that being on actual fire. She laughed and in her vodka and beer haze she clipped the hair upon her crotch. Terrifying… yes indeed but if any good did come out of this situation it was that the now merkin covered up that ghastly camel toe that resided in her stone washed jeans.
