How bad is it that my neighbor downstairs has asked me to help her highlight her hair because the stylist she went to fucked it up, and I said “Sure! No prob”?
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How much worse is it that I’ve already pounded a 22 oz. Stella and half a Woodchuck because Stella doesn’t live at my liquor store?
This could be very, very bad, y’all.











You highlighted hair? HER hair? OMG. How did it turn out?
And thanks for not calling me for help. Seriously.