Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 30, 2011

Man’s definition of an emotional conflict: when a white hair falls out.

Step back! That hair-dryer is set to ‘frizz’.

My Dad used to pat his head and say “Snow on the roof means there’s a fire in the fireplace”.

Till his hair fell out, anyway.

Pam is having a criminal hair day.

It’s nice to see Pam acting like a lunatic for once, instead of being ‘the voice of reason’ all the time.

She’s a hairetic.

I’d rather my hair turned white, than turned loose. Unfortunately, it did both. Just about at the same time.

Pam, ♪♫ go ask Alice…. ♫♪ . . . . . ☻(or: she could jest be having a bad hare day…)

#?#%$^*!!now the carpet don’t match….

Also, the hair she’s got looks unusually flat and lifeless.

I notice that Cliff never removes his cap; maybe hair loss in space is an epidemic. The solution:WIGS… IN… SPAAAAAAAACE!

My body removed most of the hair.

Who are the white hairs working with?FATHER TIME! Who else?

Hair today, gone tomorrow.

So, susan, your dad’s bald head became a solar panel on a sex machine?