If hair grew way too fast

A story about fast-growing hair. Bet you haven’t thought about the ins and outs of that happening before? Well, it’s been thought for you. 

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Ooo, I says to the girls, look at her lovely figure! We all said, yes, the Venus ad lady is such an angel. And then we says, Steph it should be you up there! Get up there girl, get your legs out and give us a show love.

She’s got lovely legs you know. Legs that could sell a razor to anyone, thinking about it.  But then we all agreed, yes, shaving is a right pain. Becks has to shave every day, god love her. That’s a lot of time in the shower if you’re not used to it. And a lot of bending down which people forget can really get on your nerves. Soap gets in your eyes and everywhere, and then you can barely see, let alone hold a sharp object and soap and shaving foam and everything else.

Thank god the hair on our heads don’t grow as fast! Think of that. Hair growing quicker than my John can finish his pint. You’d have to cut it every day before work. Maybe there’d be like special scissors invented for different hair. I’d probably have to start weaving all the extra hair or knitting it or something. An extra blanket for the dog. Or use it for cushions. Maybe they’d have hair recycling.

At least the wig makers would be happy, you’d never be short there would you! It wouldn’t be right if it was men too mind.

Long hair belongs on people like the Venus lady, not on my John.