So I clocked out, and realized that my ponytail was falling out, and my hair was in my eyes and bugging me. So I went into the bathroom, and grabbed my trusty red comb which I bought home Avon. ~CRRRAAACCCKKKKK!!!~
Goodbye, comb. It was good to have you, own you, and love you.
Of course, my comb was red. I owned it for about a year, maybe two.