You know, Heff, I says to my wife the other day, I says, "You know, Marge,
something's gotta be done about my hair. It's getting too thin!
It's fallin out everywhere, all the time!"
Really, Bull? I was just saying that to my little lady, too,
about two week's ago I said that.
No kiddin? Well get this: she says back to me, she says, "Tell me about it!
You're sheddin all over the couch, and when I make shephard's pie I got these
little noodles that don't match the earthy-grays that the other noodles look like,
instead I got these noodles that have this brownish sorta look."
And you know what she says then? She says, "Yeah, brownish-noodles, that's
what I think they are at first, but when we're eatin 'em I try to chew on them
and they don't chew, so I says to myself, 'hey, these ain't no noodles,
these noodles is hair!'" Can you believe that?!
So do they taste good?
Do what taste good?
The noodle-hairs. The noodle-hairs!
Heck, I dunno! I don't go eatin my hairs in no shephard's pie! What
kinda question is that, anyway? Naw, I ain't eatin no hair pie!
Well, you brought it up.
Well, I'm
un-bringin it up!
Arright, arright arready.
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Say, Bull.
Whatisit?
So you don't eat no hair-pie?
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