I went to middle school in Kansas. We had no air conditioning and plenty of girls with cheap weave that constantly fell out. The weave formed balls that traveled the hallway floors every time the doors were propped open for ventilation. We called this tumble weave.
I am glad that Minneapolis carries on that tradition.
Class and elegance. This was just one of many hot mess items we saw on last night’s trip to the Gay 90’s. I’m glad that the night started on a high note.
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