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When I was 12 I saw a video of Rancid playing on SNL and I decided right then and there that I should have a red mohawk.  I thought having a red mohawk would be pretty much the coolest thing ever, but, much like Davey Havok, my mom had a very different opinion.  She prevented me from dying my hair or cutting it like an idiot until I moved out and started college a few hundred miles away.  By that time I was far too old to start getting stupid haircuts dyed stupid colors, but because I had had no outlet for such desires earlier in life, and because if I admitted that red hair kinda looked silly then it would be like admitting that I had been on the wrong side of the hair dying argument for the last 6 years, I stubbornly went out and bought some bleach and like 8 different colors of Manic Panic as soon as possible.  I spent more or less the entire 20th year of my life looking exactly how I wanted to look when I was 13.  It was absurd and I looked like I was trying way too hard.  Mostly because, well, I was.  No one with bright green hair isn’t trying way too hard.  It took bleaching my hair to a crisp and getting green and red and pink and orange stains all over my bathroom towels before learning this fact.

Something tells me that the guy who built this tree house really really wanted one when he was younger.  I’m guessing his mom said no.

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itty bitty titty committee ftw

ALWAYS AND FOREVER!

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