You know what? I have absolutely no problem with going gray. None at all.
Besides, then when I'm 65, I can just continually dye my hair bright green without wasting time or money on applying peroxide to my hair, and then little kids will be too afraid to try to fuck around with my lawn.
I can't wait until I'm old. I'm going to do all kinds of stuff that would normally get me arrested and I would just pretend I have some sort of memory disorder. "What officer? What bags of money? Where am I? I want a lollipop!"
"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want." -Calvin and Hobbes
