Saturday night I was drunk.
Quit the knowing nods. I know it's no surprise!
After about 6 shots, I decided that my roots needed to be touched up.
I remember putting the dye on,
setting the timer,
calling a friend,
and starting the shower to rinse.
That is the last thing I remember before
waking up Sunday with knotted up hair
and a headache from hell.
The Man says I fell in the shower.
DON'T DRINK AND DYE!
[The hair tuned out perfect, though!]