I worked as a bouncer one summer at this local hot spot basically getting paid to hang out with all my friends. Occasionally, I would earn my pay and throw someone out or break up a fight. This one night I remember quite vividly. Word spread quickly to the bouncers that there was a fight in the back parking lot. I arrived to find a small crowd of folks gathered around someone laying on the ground. We cleared the people away that were not involved and tried to get the details of what happened to this man on the ground. He was out cold, flat on his back, arms and legs stretched out as if he was making a snow angel. In examining his condition, something caught my eye that really freaked me out. The top of his head had been peeled back from when it hit the ground. Exposing the red tinged skin underneath and connected only by a small piece at the back of his head. This flap of scalp and hair was laying on the asphalt! I was really worried because this guy was in serious need of medical attention. That is, until I got up close for a better look. "That's a toupee!" I said to myself and started to laugh. The red color I saw was the satin like under-cloth of the toupee. Now, to my point about the trouble with toupees. Here's a guy, drunk, knocked out from a fight, flat on his back in a parking lot, and I'm laughing because of his toupee. That is the trouble with toupees. When you see one, you can't help but laugh. No matter what. They're funny.
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Oh, yeah, I agree on those "plugs". I remember a guy that worked in the financial aid office at my university. One year he was bald on top with a long pony tail. When we came back from summer break, he had short, bleached-blonde hair and his head looked like a doll's head. One can't help but stare at the perfectly spaced "sprouts" of "hair".
I saw a bodybuilder posing in front of a mirror at my gym. He was proud, and buffed. He posed, preened, and grunted for a small crowd. He had curly black hair, real thick. He started to bow and his toupee came loose in back...Ooops.....who knew?. The rug totally flipped forward, and exposed the top of his bald head. He turned bright red, and ran to the locker room, with hand holding rug inplace. You never heard so much laughter! Now the guy never makes eye contact!.
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