ALL ABOUT DJ BENNY’S HAIR!
A RIA Adventure
Created by DJ Benvenuto the Raccoon
There was a time when DJ Benvenuto had a massive ’fro.
Here are the pictures to prove it.
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Raccoons don’t have hair that long...
After just about 9 months of not cutting my hair, I have managed to grow a
huge thing on my head.
At times I think it is alive.
These are some pictures of me and my hair. Hope you emjoy. Yes, I know I said
EMJOY. I don’t feel like correcting myself. This page is about ME. HAHAHA.
I’m not obsessed with myself.
Really. No lie.
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| This was about 7 months in. |
It was a failed attempt at cornrows or braids or something like that. Didn’t
look very good. Then again, I didn’t expect it to. It was... bad...
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| This was also about 6 or 7 months in. |
It is flat. Very flat. That is next to impossible to do. You see, my hair has
its own gravitational pull, which is immune to just about anything. Only after
wearing a hat for several hours, is this, in any way, achievable.
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| It is simply amazing how much you can fit in my hair. |
What is in it? Straws and lots of them. Slightly over 363 of them to be more
precise.
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| A somewhat closer look at my “straw head”. |
It took about 15 or 20 minutes to get all those in there. When it was done, my
head felt a good pound or two heavier. In case you’re curious, this was in the
9th month.
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| This was a very recent picture. |
It is what is commonly known as “bedhead”. Yes. I look horrible in the
morning.
Special note: that is my favorite t-shirt.
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| Here is a half-lamed pompadour. |
I’m sure I can do better, but my hair is very.... rebellious. Now I’m just
missing the Japanese high school jacket and then I can be a total bad-cool
guy.
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| No, that is not a wig. |
That is my hair in all its full blown glory. Although, I wouldn’t exactly call
it glory. More like a very, very hot glory. It gets pretty hot under all that
hair.
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| More of that insane ’fro. |
Yep, I look scared. You know why I look scared? Because I’m afraid of that
hair. I mean look at that thing. One day I’m gonna wake up and I won’t be able
to see anything. It is slowly taking over. It is a beast. Look at me, I’m so
scared I think I “shat” myself.
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| It is slightly more subdued in this one. |
Or maybe it is the sunglasses. Perhaps those sunglasses distract attention
from my hair. Perhaps I should wear more facial accessories. Perhaps.
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| On the bright side, I look like such a rockstar. |
Look at me. I belong in some crazy 60’s rock band alongside Jimi Hendrix. I
belong in some band with some crazy name like “The Gratefully Exploding Train
of Dead Hippies in Fields of Aromatherapy”.
JUST LOOK AT ME!!!!
Well, that’s all I could scrounge up.
Now, I know you need to go pleasurably explode.
So go. And yes, I know it is nothing more than pity pleasurable exploding.
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