That's what Mel said to me today when she cut my hair. We finally went for the bowl. Well, she called it a bowl boy because it's part bowl part page boy. I modeled the new hair and Dirk's new sunglasses and a banana laffy taffy for him.
If Mel ever stops doing hair, I will just have to have my nurf nurf natural color and stop cutting it altogether. Maybe go for the butt-length braid look. Never go away, Mel. I was never completely satisfied with a stylist until her. All credit to Kath for my finding her. If you need a Mel, get yourself to the Parley's Lunatic Fringe.
mp3: Out Hud - Hair Dude, You're Stepping On My Mystique