Grammy Awards Night
Hank and Frank couldn’t understand why their manager didn’t get it–you just can’t go to the Grammy awards night and look “normal . . .”
Bad Hair Day
Gerald was stunned: as his girlfriend left , she said she wouldn’t be seen with him until he did something about his personal grooming . . .
Overreacting
Giselle thought they were overreacting; she loved the little fluffy feathers on the back of her head, but she didn’t think of them as “breeding plumage”. She was still looking for a boyfriend, hadn’t yet had a kiss, and the girls she knew were calling this “breeding plumage?” What ever happened to not kissing on the first date?
Whoa!
Sure, the fancy breeding plumage was gorgeous and came every spring, but a real fashionista like Jilly needed to accessorize, so when she saw a sale at Nordstr oms–Whoa! Purses, scarves, Jewelry, shades–this was a must stop . . .
Best Used By Date
Elaine was under the gun–this breeding plumage would only last so long. The guys she met speed dating talked about little more than the 15 inch mullet they had caught for breakfast–or last year’s mate. The online dating sites and singles bars hadn’t been any better. She had hoped to find a math or science guy; some one to boost the collective gene pool percentile numbers . . .
