"Sarah! Where's the dreads? Not a rasta sista anymore?"
"I combed them out."
"I needed a change, but I plan on getting them again really soon. Why do you care?"
"Well, next time you have them, call me so we can plan out how to kill the white men. *grin*"
Merry Christmas Sarah! You get to be totured by your family. =]
Anyway, Merry Christmas dreadheads!<3
Peace, Love&then some!