Bangs.
Anxiety.
Bangxiety.
Worry so bad you pull out your forehead hairs.
Brow.
Ouch.
Browch.
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
ToFu Manchu
Tofu.
Fu Manchu.
ToFu Manchu.
A fake mustache made of soy.
(As opposed to mutton chops, say.)
Meat.
Mustache.
Meatstache.
Fu Manchu.
ToFu Manchu.
A fake mustache made of soy.
(As opposed to mutton chops, say.)
Meat.
Mustache.
Meatstache.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Shavenge
Shaven.
Avenge.
Shavenge.
To get payback on a hairdresser who done you wrong.
Go get'em, lady!
Baldest.
Estrogen.
Baldestrogen.
Avenge.
Shavenge.
To get payback on a hairdresser who done you wrong.
Go get'em, lady!
Baldest.
Estrogen.
Baldestrogen.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Chemotion
Chemo.
Emotion.
Chemotion.
Most people feel pretty negative about this cancer treatment.
Medicine.
Cynical.
Medicynical.
I mean, they're probably glad that it exists, but sad that it makes them bald and bed-ridden.
(Though it puts an end to certain hair troubles.)
Curbed
Bedhead.
Curbedhead.
You never hear about the rare person who really just enjoys the rest, and also turns out to look great with no hair.
Baldest.
Stupendous.
Baldestupendous.
Also, they happen to enjoy abdominal pain, bruising, constipation, dehydration, edema, fever, glaucoma, hematoma, impotence, joint pain, kidney problems, libido loss, myocarditis, nosebleeds, ototoxicity, photophobia, rhinitis, seizures, thrombocyotopenia, UTI, vertigo, weakness, xerostemia, and dozens of other alphabetical side effects that can arise. *
Symptom.
Tome.
Symptome.
A couple of the side effects that could be positive, for the glass-half-full patient:
lack of appetite (if you wanted to lose a few pounds)
chills (if you lived somewhere a bit too warm)
fertility (if you'd been trying to get pregnant)
flatulence (if you enjoy being hilarious)
sexuality (I don't know how that's a side effect, but it's listed)
Cancer.
Serious.
Cancerious.
* For the optimist, there are no symptoms starting with Q, Y, or Z!
Patient 1, Scrabble score 0.
Emotion.
Chemotion.
Most people feel pretty negative about this cancer treatment.
Medicine.
Cynical.
Medicynical.
I mean, they're probably glad that it exists, but sad that it makes them bald and bed-ridden.
(Though it puts an end to certain hair troubles.)
Curbed
Bedhead.
Curbedhead.
You never hear about the rare person who really just enjoys the rest, and also turns out to look great with no hair.
Baldest.
Stupendous.
Baldestupendous.
Also, they happen to enjoy abdominal pain, bruising, constipation, dehydration, edema, fever, glaucoma, hematoma, impotence, joint pain, kidney problems, libido loss, myocarditis, nosebleeds, ototoxicity, photophobia, rhinitis, seizures, thrombocyotopenia, UTI, vertigo, weakness, xerostemia, and dozens of other alphabetical side effects that can arise. *
Symptom.
Tome.
Symptome.
A couple of the side effects that could be positive, for the glass-half-full patient:
lack of appetite (if you wanted to lose a few pounds)
chills (if you lived somewhere a bit too warm)
fertility (if you'd been trying to get pregnant)
flatulence (if you enjoy being hilarious)
sexuality (I don't know how that's a side effect, but it's listed)
Cancer.
Serious.
Cancerious.
* For the optimist, there are no symptoms starting with Q, Y, or Z!
Patient 1, Scrabble score 0.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Mustachihuahua
Mustachio.
Chihuahua.
Mustachihuahua.
Fancy facial hair the size of a small dog.
Or a small dog the size of a fancy moustache.
Pekingese.
Goatees.
Pekingoatees.
Chihuahua.
Mustachihuahua.
Fancy facial hair the size of a small dog.
Or a small dog the size of a fancy moustache.
Pekingese.
Goatees.
Pekingoatees.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Stubbleeding
Stubble.
Bleeding.
Stubbleeding.
The worst of both worlds in shaving.
You didn't get the job done, and the part that you DID get done, you did poorly.
Shame.
A mess.
Shamess.
Of course, if you lose enough blood, you could die and then don't have to worry about your stubbly face.
Unless you have enough stubble to soak up the blood and reabsorb it.
Then you live to fret another day.
Tomorrow.
Worry.
Tomorroworry.
Bleeding.
Stubbleeding.
The worst of both worlds in shaving.
You didn't get the job done, and the part that you DID get done, you did poorly.
Shame.
A mess.
Shamess.
Of course, if you lose enough blood, you could die and then don't have to worry about your stubbly face.
Unless you have enough stubble to soak up the blood and reabsorb it.
Then you live to fret another day.
Tomorrow.
Worry.
Tomorroworry.
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