I may weep openly....

I wish I could wash that joke right out of my hair....Then there would
be No More Tears....My funny bone is tingling, I guess that means it's
working....I hope no one rinsed too badly at this joke....when does it
repeat, by the way?

Sincerely,

Megane 6.7

P.S. Let's soap that's the last pun for a while....

I'd lather not comment on any of that...it was Pert-y funny, though!  Back
on topic?  I have a really short, really dumb SPAMfic I wrote a while ago
that really has nothing to do with the joke, but I'll post it anyway!  ^_~









        Ranma stared at the small plastic container with a dawning
realization.  He *knew* it was a mistake walking into her bathroom!  You
never knew what kind of weird junk you might run into in a girl's bathroom
- but this!  This was so totally unexpected!  His wide blue eyes stared
unblinking at the container as the chemical reactions changed the color of
the liquid inside it.  He shook his head disbelievingly as the liquid made
its way into the blue spectrum.  This could only mean one thing...
        "Sh-Shampoo?  You don't mean to tell me..." he stammered.
        Shampoo picked up the small container and began working the
now-purple liquid into her hair.
        "Amazon womens get tired of having hair same color all of time,"
she said calmly.


^_^

Cindy

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"I am no longer young; and my heart, through weary years of mourning over
the dead, is not attuned to mirth.  Moreover, the walls of my castle are
broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken
battlements and casements.  I love the shade and the shadow, and would be
alone with my thoughts when I may."  -Dracula speaking to Jonathan Harker

_Dracula_ by Bram Stoker, published in 1897


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