Jay had a lotta big hair. Once Jay bought some black hair dye that was on sale. He went in the bathroom to use it an came out screaming that his hair had melted. It sure had, we tried over an over to wash the waxyness out and get down to his hair again but he resigned himself finally to cutting off his hair. He was freaking out for like 30 minutes yelling "My hair, MY SIGNIATURE HAIR!" I always teased him about that phrase in the future. But after I saw the box in the trash can I was like, Jay, this dye is for black people hair and he was like I didn't know, and he pointed to the part of the box that said "pour hommes" in french and said that he thought it was for POOR HOMIES. Totally ridiculous.
So great.