Your White Dreads
The mere smell of your patchouli oil (that you have to constantly rub on those things to keep them together) fills me with dread. I am starting to dread seeing you. Your hair is dreadful. Do you see where I’m going with this? Of course you don’t.

Your White Dreads

The mere smell of your patchouli oil (that you have to constantly rub on those things to keep them together) fills me with dread. I am starting to dread seeing you. Your hair is dreadful. Do you see where I’m going with this? Of course you don’t.