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Some friends and me decided to go out for a few drinks last night. None of them realised that I was secretly hiding a Norwood. My hair looked great.
After some serious difficulties getting into my skintight black leather tank top and white Gola shorts I was ready to go. I slipped on my Asda flip-flops and headed out into the night.
I met with my friends and we started to drink quite heavily. I must have been going for it because before each drink I would pull out my palm sized mirror to check my Norwood. It still looked OK so I felt confident.
One of my friends noticed a lap dance pole over the other side of the dance floor. He beckoned us over to have a go. I decided to sit down whilst the other guys messed around on the Pole. I took this opportunity to apply some minoxidil while no one was looking. I knew it would make my hair greasy but I had my trusted palm sized mirror to fix my Norwood.
I turned my back to the pole and applied the minoxidil. It felt great. I felt alive. I turned back round and sat down. CRUNCH.... My heart sank. I had broken my palm-sized mirror and could not fix up my Norwood.
I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead. My friends had played enough and returned to the table. I did not know where to look. I even left my bottle of minoxidil on the table and in the confusion one of my friends drank it. I felt helpless....
He spewed the contents of his mouth over the table and he looked at me in horror. What the hell have you done to your hair? You look bald, weak and weedy. And what's this bottle for; he asked...
It's for my hair. It grows back my hair. I want my hair back I shouted...
I reached into my back pocket in a last gasp attempt to fix my Norwood. Arrrghhhhhh...... I had forgot about the broken mirror and sliced my hand. The blood spurted all over. I decided enough was enough. I jumped up and ran to the Pole. This was heaven. I felt safe here...
I started to do a sexy Pole dance for everyone. I was gliding up and down that pole with ease. The blood was acting as an excellent lubricant.
By now a crowed had gathered to watch me Pole dance. I was the centre of attention and I loved it. My Norwood was ruined. I caught a glimpse in the mirrors on the wall and I could see my massive slap head and scalp through my greasy Norwood.
I didn't care. I jumped of the Pole and jumped into the crowd. They passed me from person to person. Each person saying something as I passed by. Greasy twat, wanker, skinny weedy prick etc etc......
By now I had lost my friends and was on my own. I decided to go for a hot dog. I placed my hot dog on the floor and decided to worship it. I was screaming and shouting like I have never done before. I remembered a spare Propecia pill that I had kept for an emergency in case I ran out. I placed it in my mouth and downed it with some Dandelion and Burdock. This was a celebration.
I empted my back pocket of the broken mirror pieces and walked home feeling at ease and calm. Every now and then I would catch my Norwood in a shop window. I would stop and look at my skinny body, spindly legs and skinny arms. My Norwood was on top form tonight and I knew it.
I finally got home and decided to sleep in my clothes. I was on top of the world and fell fast asleep.
After some serious difficulties getting into my skintight black leather tank top and white Gola shorts I was ready to go. I slipped on my Asda flip-flops and headed out into the night.
I met with my friends and we started to drink quite heavily. I must have been going for it because before each drink I would pull out my palm sized mirror to check my Norwood. It still looked OK so I felt confident.
One of my friends noticed a lap dance pole over the other side of the dance floor. He beckoned us over to have a go. I decided to sit down whilst the other guys messed around on the Pole. I took this opportunity to apply some minoxidil while no one was looking. I knew it would make my hair greasy but I had my trusted palm sized mirror to fix my Norwood.
I turned my back to the pole and applied the minoxidil. It felt great. I felt alive. I turned back round and sat down. CRUNCH.... My heart sank. I had broken my palm-sized mirror and could not fix up my Norwood.
I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead. My friends had played enough and returned to the table. I did not know where to look. I even left my bottle of minoxidil on the table and in the confusion one of my friends drank it. I felt helpless....
He spewed the contents of his mouth over the table and he looked at me in horror. What the hell have you done to your hair? You look bald, weak and weedy. And what's this bottle for; he asked...
It's for my hair. It grows back my hair. I want my hair back I shouted...
I reached into my back pocket in a last gasp attempt to fix my Norwood. Arrrghhhhhh...... I had forgot about the broken mirror and sliced my hand. The blood spurted all over. I decided enough was enough. I jumped up and ran to the Pole. This was heaven. I felt safe here...
I started to do a sexy Pole dance for everyone. I was gliding up and down that pole with ease. The blood was acting as an excellent lubricant.
By now a crowed had gathered to watch me Pole dance. I was the centre of attention and I loved it. My Norwood was ruined. I caught a glimpse in the mirrors on the wall and I could see my massive slap head and scalp through my greasy Norwood.
I didn't care. I jumped of the Pole and jumped into the crowd. They passed me from person to person. Each person saying something as I passed by. Greasy twat, wanker, skinny weedy prick etc etc......
By now I had lost my friends and was on my own. I decided to go for a hot dog. I placed my hot dog on the floor and decided to worship it. I was screaming and shouting like I have never done before. I remembered a spare Propecia pill that I had kept for an emergency in case I ran out. I placed it in my mouth and downed it with some Dandelion and Burdock. This was a celebration.
I empted my back pocket of the broken mirror pieces and walked home feeling at ease and calm. Every now and then I would catch my Norwood in a shop window. I would stop and look at my skinny body, spindly legs and skinny arms. My Norwood was on top form tonight and I knew it.
I finally got home and decided to sleep in my clothes. I was on top of the world and fell fast asleep.
