A bowlful of happy thoughts.
We’ll give you a clue: Tinkerbelle doesn’t do Rufio’s hair.
A fresh bowl.
Manuel said he lost a bet and had to get a bowlcut. We assume the bet was over who has the scraggliest beard. The wager? Loser had to get the best possible haircut ever.
Trench coats and Meryl Manson are so 1997, though lipstick will never go out. I do not wear XXL black t-shirts any more. I wear faded chambrays. I am Klaus Nomi, the reincarnate.
Whip your bowl back and forth
Daddy lets me borrow his leopard vest. He likes to wear this when Mr. Cruise and Mr. Travolta come over to do taxes.
[Put your thumb over Spencer’s face. Try to ignore the quilt that his mom turned into an ugly jacket and the black jeans/tights. And marvel at the volume of that incredible bowlcut.]