Des had gone to get a haircut and returned. I asked to see how it looks like and he is hesitant.
It is a regular haircut, you know, just low, he tells me. I am having none of that. I want a photo I tell him. He sends one.
'That is one impressive five-head!' I write in response to his haircut photo and his shiny forehead. I can feel him laughing. Seconds later his response appears and reads;
1 : 0!
I am panicking now. I remember the last time I threw a first punch at him. It did not end well. I bathed with shit-soap for a whole week and he had the best time during the pain that was my karma. I need to fix this, I am thinking. I take photos of my face, trying out angles that can show my impressive five-head too. This one will do I think,and sends it. He is laughing again and responds;
'That is an own goal baby. Why are you beating yourself up?'
Penance. An own goal is still a goal if I remember my football rules correctly. I hope this serves as my official forehead shot.
P.s, you can read my Shit-Soap here:http://conquerigali.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/shit-soap.html
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