Brit Brit's weave mites were getting into the bags of grits, so Daddy Spears sent her off to the salon to get that shit fumigated.
Last night, Brit Brit showed up to the Nine Zero One salon for the works! The staff puts on their hazard suits, flea dipped Brit, tamed her weave with a garden hoe and a peroxide prayer, rolled her in Cheeto dust and brought Maaco in to do her face. VOILA!
Brit Brit went in looking like a beautiful and rare Louisiana trailer park dandelion that tastes like 4-day-old Frapp crust and causes you to hallucinate about Christmas when you chew on it. And Brit came out looking like something Hulk Hogan would love to massage while wearing a yellow speedo. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that Brit looked better before.
But I shouldn't worry, she'll be back to looking like her old stunning self when she rolls off the futon tomorrow morning. Yay!