Hairduckus Midwesternis
I don’t remember seeing this duck’s ass hair-don’t much in California, but it’s a perennial favorite here in the nation’s plump midsection. It looks like the hind end of a diving duck, all back-fluffed and stiffened with heavy product application. It’s often seen on drug reps and other be-slacked and be-heeled bizgals, which is what these two ladies looked like. I see it at the Y at least once a workout, and I’ve been trying to stalkerazzi a shot since I moved back to the heartland. It’s as much a sign of my homeland as the Big Red “N for Knowledge” on the football stadium, or our awesome snowboot wardrobes.
Also, for those of you who’ve seen me lately—with my seventies rocker hair and my silver upshoots—I know I have no room to talk, being several weeks beyond shaggy and many months past a prophylactic re-hueing. In fact, I’m dialing the salon as we speak.
February 23rd, 2009 at 11:02 pm
When I had shorter hair, I had a hard time finding salons here who could give me a non duck butt/soccer mom haircut/little Caesar bangs/fluffy mullet.
It’s hard out here for a lady pimp.
May 13th, 2009 at 1:03 pm
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