Imagine having hair that was just whipped cream, icecream or even frosting that would always be fresh and decilicious and never go bad. I swear I’d be bald and I’d be as big as a ballooon….

One Response to Like my hair?

  • reminds me of the dream where everyone was food (desserts) – popped a cherry had a whole nother meaning, and bun in the oven meant a little baby bun

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