My Boyfriend is a Twat

Heck, another post and nothing to do with baldness. And no, I haven't gone gay on y'all.

You have to see this site, "My Boyfriend is a Twat", it knocks my socks off and comes from a refreshing corner of the world where bluntness is celebrated. Certainly great for me to read, being someone who came from Britain 20 years ago to live in this very politically correct world (Los Angeles) where every comment I make (usually at work) has to be watered down. The world would be a simpler place if we could just say what we think.

I return you to your regularly scheduled program, currently in progress.

Blogging Brits

I just found Blogging Brits. You have to try it.

BritBlog

In addition to being Bald, I'm also British, Welsh in particular. Who would have thought. So try this:

'Er Indoors

She's got a blog and thinks it's pretty spiffy. Go check it out. Nothing about being folically challenged. How wude.

Embrace Your Baldness !!!

I do, and many of my fellow bald boys do also. However, there are many others out there who are not at one with their Chrome Domes. Here's my list:

The Donald
Benny Hinn
Stalin

Only got three. How weak. Anyone suggest any more ?

Car Shopping

Went car shopping today. No bald encounters to report. Just older, filthy car salesman in varying states of hair decay. I say, go all the way with your baldness. No half measures.

Revel in your baldness, love it, touch it, want it, NEED IT.

Well, it's Friday, the end of the week, and .....

Still bald and proud.

Met a fellow Baldy today. Not as secure as I with his head wilderness. Nonetheless, the secret Bald handshake was exchanged.

Onward to the weekend I go. Probably bald.

Life as a Bald Man

I wake up bald, eat being bald, then go to bed (once more, bald). Being bald is a way of life, an attitude and a status symbol. Be bald - you know you want to.