are we still doing wigs? it’s tomorrow already. aw, well. wigs are things you wear on your head. Tim Curry had one in the rocky horror picture show and he totally rocked it, no one rocks a wig like Tim Curry.
Don’t wig out, man, it’s only an injection. Believe, me, in seconds you’ll forget all about it. You can feel it warming your veins as it starts to flow smoothly through your body. You’ll never feel anything like it again. And this first time is completely free, so no worries. Knock yourself out.
the wig on my hhead is red. i have a few different colors of wigs but this si my fav. i like it when ppl have wigs that don’t match the color they used to have because its such an easy way to change a look.
It is really a shame that I am losing my hair. I used to have such thick, luxurious gold sprout from me head. But time make fools of us all, I suppose.
I can already see my youngest son sprout some strands from his head. When he groes older, He’ll have a beautiful head of hair like his old man.
There once was a curl, burdening the brow of the parlimentary girl, right in the middle of the foreground. When she was good, she was rarely understood. But when she was bad it was better.
It was weird when she walked in, obviously wearing that cheap wig. Who did she think she was fooling? One day she barely has any hair, and now it’s flowing all around her. But she liked it, clearly. She thought she looked great.
As a breast cancer patient, the idea of a wig was quite appealing. I wanted hair. However,the reality of a wig was something quite different.
It was heavy, hard to style and mostly,not me. It was someone else and I did not want to be someone else, I wanted to be me with cancer. So, me with no hair was just fine.
The wig was eating my soul. Not really my soul, but my identity. Not really my identity, but my physical being. Not really that either, but more like my appearance. Not really my looks, actually, but more like my head. But, not really my whole head, just my scalp. But look how long I spent thinking about this. Yeah, the wig was eating my soul.
Whose hair was this once? Did the owner lead a happy life, a fulfilled life? Were they scared about cutting you off? Oh well, you’re my hair now, maybe one day the owner and I will meet, until then you are a wig and I wear you.
I remember when I ran a wig restoration company. I tended to 4 wigs total and took way too long. Everyone says you can’t curl wigs with heat . . . but you can . . . and I did. They are now in possession of a theatre company in Montana and I miss them.
Under my bed lies that wig. The one I bought for a singular use: to be Cher. It’s all madded now. But for that one night, I wore my flapper dress and those gobs of makeup. I impressed. I wasn’t me, that I was aware of. Sometimes, it’s nice not to be yourself.
HE came out in this splendid red wig with curls draping down his shoulders. I remember thinking to myself, “My god, how can he look better than me in that red wig than I do, and I’m a woman!” He pranced around in those prada knock off shoes as if he was actually performing for an audience. I shot back to reality; remembering where I was again. I smiled at him as he asked me, “How’s it look?” “Good!” I sputtered while looking down and not making eye contact.
i used to collect wigs, i think my collection had about 5 in it. none of them were particularly great wigs, but i liked them. when me and my best friend at the time terminated out friendship i left all my wigs at her house. i hope she take good care of them.
i dont know who has hair and who doesn’t because most wigs look quite real, depending on the price etc but someitimes you can tell by the awful line separating the skin and the head that a wig is fake…or it might look a bit too perfect for a normal human. My hair is real. You can tell from my regrowth. If I had no hair,would i buy a wig?
I don’t wear wigs. Sometimes I “wig” out. A man does not wear a wig but he does wear a hair piece. Women wear wigs. I know a woman who has no hair on her body. She has different wigs. I suppose a wig for every mood. She’s kinda sexy
there are lots of wigs that i like to put on when i go to the markets. mainly because of the colours and the strange appearances. actually, i just like it when people touch my hair. or when they look at me while i try on a multicoloured wig in public. it’s not that terrifying once you get used to it…but i find it rather amusing. wigs
Sie kam und nahm ihr Deckhaar ab. Blond. Sie hasste blond. Wieso? Ihre damalige beste Freundin war blond gewesen. Jetzt ist sie mit der Liebe ihres Lebenes zusammen. Und doch schm
He fondled her lovely straight blonde hair, gently pulling and tugging it. Suddenly it shifted forward and then her wig tilted at an angle before falling at her feet. Jerry was stunned. Mary shyly looked up. Jerry’s voice was husky. “I thought that your hair was real”.
Judy forced the wig over her dark plaited hair. It completely transformed her. Her nose looked beautiful, her cheek bones stood out as the shoulder length brown straight wig gently brushed her shoulders. She looked in the mirror and blew herself a big kiss.
something you wear on your head, maybe to disguise yourself. they can be for men, women, children. whoever needs one, you might have no hair or you might just fancy a change, i imagine they’re brought from specialist shops
The wig fell from her head exposing her to the crowd of on-lookers. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her heart beat faster and faster. She felt faint. This was the end wasn’t it. This was going to be goodbye to her normal life.
The man wore a bright red wig, cut into a bob. He walked along the streets, and in New York or San Francisco, no one would have noticed. But here, in rural Prince George, the bright red bobbed wig was noticed by all. People crossed the street as the man passed, scandalized by his difference. They did not even notice his charming red gemmed tights.
As he walked into the office, Bob had to come to terms with the fact that all his co-workers would recognise a difference within him. There was no mistaking the head of hair that was here today, but not yesterday. Alas, it was noticed quickly.
so basically theres a wig shop near me literally all it sells is wigs. its a bit wierd beacuase i have never in my life needed a wig… oh wait i have three but thats besides the point, i mean its not a big village how can i wig shop survive? its a rather ‘hairy business plan. excuse the pun. But yeah basically who buys wigs except fromm bald people?
wag, hag, shag, the infinite amount of hair on you head has lead me to want a wig since it is so that I have none. I must go out there and get myself a wig. A really pink one for when I am flirty and a blonde one to show I am pretty
what is good?
are we still doing wigs? it’s tomorrow already. aw, well. wigs are things you wear on your head. Tim Curry had one in the rocky horror picture show and he totally rocked it, no one rocks a wig like Tim Curry.
Don’t wig out, man, it’s only an injection. Believe, me, in seconds you’ll forget all about it. You can feel it warming your veins as it starts to flow smoothly through your body. You’ll never feel anything like it again. And this first time is completely free, so no worries. Knock yourself out.
the wig on my hhead is red. i have a few different colors of wigs but this si my fav. i like it when ppl have wigs that don’t match the color they used to have because its such an easy way to change a look.
My grand mother bought a NEW WIG BECAUSE THE last WAS BURNt WHEN SHE WAS COOKING MY DINNER, AND NOW SHe IS BLOND and SHE IS Beautiful.
It is really a shame that I am losing my hair. I used to have such thick, luxurious gold sprout from me head. But time make fools of us all, I suppose.
I can already see my youngest son sprout some strands from his head. When he groes older, He’ll have a beautiful head of hair like his old man.
There once was a curl, burdening the brow of the parlimentary girl, right in the middle of the foreground. When she was good, she was rarely understood. But when she was bad it was better.
1. a wig is something old men with no hair wear.
it has a lot of hair that comes it different colors and shapes.
It was weird when she walked in, obviously wearing that cheap wig. Who did she think she was fooling? One day she barely has any hair, and now it’s flowing all around her. But she liked it, clearly. She thought she looked great.
As a breast cancer patient, the idea of a wig was quite appealing. I wanted hair. However,the reality of a wig was something quite different.
It was heavy, hard to style and mostly,not me. It was someone else and I did not want to be someone else, I wanted to be me with cancer. So, me with no hair was just fine.
Oh what a wig i wear, it covers my head and looks like hair!
The wig was eating my soul. Not really my soul, but my identity. Not really my identity, but my physical being. Not really that either, but more like my appearance. Not really my looks, actually, but more like my head. But, not really my whole head, just my scalp. But look how long I spent thinking about this. Yeah, the wig was eating my soul.
Whose hair was this once? Did the owner lead a happy life, a fulfilled life? Were they scared about cutting you off? Oh well, you’re my hair now, maybe one day the owner and I will meet, until then you are a wig and I wear you.
I remember when I ran a wig restoration company. I tended to 4 wigs total and took way too long. Everyone says you can’t curl wigs with heat . . . but you can . . . and I did. They are now in possession of a theatre company in Montana and I miss them.
don’t have a wig. I have hair, I have a friend who has no hair. He does not wear a wig. Wigs are shit.
thick sexy nice hair with volume that gives an edge
hair………crows like it……builds their nests with it. used in theater…. creepy when its made out of real hair. are there bald wigs?
A false hair covering for the head; used by drama artists, court judges and bald people.
Under my bed lies that wig. The one I bought for a singular use: to be Cher. It’s all madded now. But for that one night, I wore my flapper dress and those gobs of makeup. I impressed. I wasn’t me, that I was aware of. Sometimes, it’s nice not to be yourself.
HE came out in this splendid red wig with curls draping down his shoulders. I remember thinking to myself, “My god, how can he look better than me in that red wig than I do, and I’m a woman!” He pranced around in those prada knock off shoes as if he was actually performing for an audience. I shot back to reality; remembering where I was again. I smiled at him as he asked me, “How’s it look?” “Good!” I sputtered while looking down and not making eye contact.
itchy,
itchy,
itchy.
shocked if you’ve found out she’s just had chemo and you see her without her wig through the window.
i used to collect wigs, i think my collection had about 5 in it. none of them were particularly great wigs, but i liked them. when me and my best friend at the time terminated out friendship i left all my wigs at her house. i hope she take good care of them.
i dont know who has hair and who doesn’t because most wigs look quite real, depending on the price etc but someitimes you can tell by the awful line separating the skin and the head that a wig is fake…or it might look a bit too perfect for a normal human. My hair is real. You can tell from my regrowth. If I had no hair,would i buy a wig?
I don’t wear wigs. Sometimes I “wig” out. A man does not wear a wig but he does wear a hair piece. Women wear wigs. I know a woman who has no hair on her body. She has different wigs. I suppose a wig for every mood. She’s kinda sexy
I know that you like dark haired girls. My hair is light brown.
You love me though, and this is more important.
On a completely random day sometime soon though…
I am going to put on the sexiest long, curly dark wig I can find.
and attack you…
(promise)
Thank you for loving me the way I am.
there are lots of wigs that i like to put on when i go to the markets. mainly because of the colours and the strange appearances. actually, i just like it when people touch my hair. or when they look at me while i try on a multicoloured wig in public. it’s not that terrifying once you get used to it…but i find it rather amusing. wigs
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Sie kam und nahm ihr Deckhaar ab. Blond. Sie hasste blond. Wieso? Ihre damalige beste Freundin war blond gewesen. Jetzt ist sie mit der Liebe ihres Lebenes zusammen. Und doch schm
He fondled her lovely straight blonde hair, gently pulling and tugging it. Suddenly it shifted forward and then her wig tilted at an angle before falling at her feet. Jerry was stunned. Mary shyly looked up. Jerry’s voice was husky. “I thought that your hair was real”.
Judy forced the wig over her dark plaited hair. It completely transformed her. Her nose looked beautiful, her cheek bones stood out as the shoulder length brown straight wig gently brushed her shoulders. She looked in the mirror and blew herself a big kiss.
I try not to wig out over little things. Or big things for that matter. Life is too short as it is to stress too much.
something you wear on your head, maybe to disguise yourself. they can be for men, women, children. whoever needs one, you might have no hair or you might just fancy a change, i imagine they’re brought from specialist shops
Angel’s wings
Feathery, soft
they glow in the sun’s rays
Flutter down the feathers
Of an angel who came to close
Her wings clipped
Now stuck on this place
called earth
One word, sixty seconds, don’t wig out!
The wig fell from her head exposing her to the crowd of on-lookers. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her heart beat faster and faster. She felt faint. This was the end wasn’t it. This was going to be goodbye to her normal life.
The man wore a bright red wig, cut into a bob. He walked along the streets, and in New York or San Francisco, no one would have noticed. But here, in rural Prince George, the bright red bobbed wig was noticed by all. People crossed the street as the man passed, scandalized by his difference. They did not even notice his charming red gemmed tights.
As he walked into the office, Bob had to come to terms with the fact that all his co-workers would recognise a difference within him. There was no mistaking the head of hair that was here today, but not yesterday. Alas, it was noticed quickly.
so basically theres a wig shop near me literally all it sells is wigs. its a bit wierd beacuase i have never in my life needed a wig… oh wait i have three but thats besides the point, i mean its not a big village how can i wig shop survive? its a rather ‘hairy business plan. excuse the pun. But yeah basically who buys wigs except fromm bald people?
A wig is like a mask for your head.
Hide who you are.
wag, hag, shag, the infinite amount of hair on you head has lead me to want a wig since it is so that I have none. I must go out there and get myself a wig. A really pink one for when I am flirty and a blonde one to show I am pretty