"I Open My Lungs, Dear. I Sing This Song at Funerals."

You see freaky hair everywhere. Even here. But here, we dig deeper than the hair. We look into the soul. Because we care here at My Mother Was a Rose. That, and we love to make fun of weird people.

Let's name this man Raymond. Raymond was once a police officer down in New Orleans. Then his wife left him and took everything except her hair ties. So, in a moment of depression and panic, Raymond took her hair elastics and did this to himself. He fancies that he's a pretty lady, so his friends just act like it's normal.

His name was Francis. He loved his mother until she died from choking on a sponge. Don't ask. Every since then, Francis copes by shoving on all this ridiculous makeup and wearing this wig. You can catch him singing to Cher in the shower, or on the drag-queen stage.

Natasha was always a big fan of the Lion King. So when she lost all her brain cells while starving herself to be a model, she told her hairstylist Francisco to make her look like this. Since then, she has not had one boyfriend, but now lives with seventeen cats all named Simba. Bless you, Natasha.

forgive my horrible font/size disorder. I have no clue what the heck is going on.

All titles are song lyrics I've listened to while blogging.