My brother Kevin is 5 years older than I. When we were 8 and 13 years old, he made me a dollar bet. I won and when I triumphantly proclaimed to Kevin that he owned me a dollar, he said the following. I didn't say dollar, I said "doll hair".
Now, even when you're eight and you know you're getting screwed - again - by your older brother, you can recognize creative genius.
41 years later and I have not forgetten the "doll hair" screwing.
O.D.O.o.O.D.B.
*This winter, see if you can hear how the season transforms sound, as well as the scenery.
Posted by: Coach Factory Store | 01/21/2011 at 02:32 AM