Whig was once a political party, but now most people are democrats or republicans. What ever happened to them?
I once had a teacher that looked like she wore a wig, but really she just tied her hair up in a sort of pony tail at the top of her head to hide the fact that she was balding.
Blake
Wig. It rhymes with fig. What eats figs? No idea. Humans I think? Egyptians I hear. Egyptians have lovely hair. At least, ancient ones did. I don’t suppose it’s very lovely now though, with them all being dead and such. Nasty dead hair on dead rotting corpses.
Caitlin
She pulled her wig on tighter. The way its band dug into her scalp made her feel safe. She looked at herself in the mirror. Blond curls fell down beside her cheeks. She was beautiful, but she could not escape the pain in her eyes.
yup
i’m going with my friend to buy one tomorrow
Airen
hair so long and blond with blue eyes, one day there was a perfect girl with perfect hair and then when she was taking a shower we found out that was a wig =)
fernando
A topue that sits on your head. To freak out over something, only used in the 90’s as a weird evolution of slang terms kids always tried to develop to stay cool when in reality it was one of the dumbest thing to say. Everyone was just trying tohard. And That is what I mean.
Suarez
it was a giant pink wig. a perfect bob and i wanted it. i wanted to be one of those hip girls that didnt care what people thought. just in a crazy world where all that mattered was the next costume you chose. it would start with a wig. outrageous and lovely
misty
she wore a fine wig that day. fine in the way that it was different from the normal wig. standard issue wigs were synthetic and ratty, after having been used many times before. hers was of the kind that the aristocrats wore, made from real horses hair.
Ben Hunter
i once had a wig but it was really a wiglet that i used to puff my fair up with…which is funny cuz i have really thick hair and the wiglet would slip out and fall to my feet
I didn’t really need the stupid thing it looked like a dead rat
yersinia
mi wig was so amazing i didn’t wanted to stay away from it. The wind blew and it disappeared with some autumn leaves.
melody raine
i wear it sunday when i go out to church. i wear it on friday with my knees in the dirt. i let my hair down when i come home from work. i know that its aweful but it matches my shirt.
Larkin
To me, wigs seem awkward and plasticky. I imagine transexuals and half-sexy prostitutes wandering the streets in heels that hurt to much, heads full of shame, wishful thinking, and nylon.
Yamuna
the man’s wig was stupendous and he always wore it west. there was never such a fine wig as his; all the townspeople would stand and stare at it with great admiration. the man was prideful. one day a women came in to town and despised the wig.
courtney riley
i wear a wig. drag queens wear wigs. they are itchy. would i look good as a blonde? wig stores are strange. i don’t think i have ever stepped foot into one by choice. i have weird friends.
Nikole
Well if i know the meaning right then it’s simply the salvation for those who are not confident enough to accept being bold and embrace the circle of life. and to those who can’t deal with the fact that natural is the best.
Rania Ibraheem,
A lot of Orthodox Jewish women have to wear wigs to hide their hair. I’m not really sure what the reasoning behind this is, but every time I go to see my ophthalmologist (and Orthodox Jewish woman) she’s wearing a wig and it really wigs me out.
Shayna
spinning, it flew slowly and gracefully off my head, down in elegant smoersaults on the thermals, before beign pulped under the wheels of the train as it thundered under the bridge, and all over my once splendid toupee.
Giles
her bubblegum pink wig sat haphazardly on her tiny head, the fringe shadowing eyes hooded with swollen kohl-lined lids.
sea
Her head shining brightly in the blinding sun. Shame of what’s missing, what could be, what made her. Forced to put on the fake gatherings of hair, she set her wig on her scalp as triumphantly as possible and set out into the world of another battle.
Rachel
I watched the woman stroke her wig, adjusting it so it sat in the right place. She smiled at herself in the mirror.
chantelle
Her wig was slipping. Not literally. Figuratively. Although, I guess wig isn’t the best word. Mask, maybe. Yeah. Her mask was slipping. She was loosing her footing and it was getting hard to keep up with the facade. Maybe all those old sayingw about telling the truth were, well… true.
Bethany
I’ve been wearing a wig. metaphorical really. Because when I look in the mirror I see that girl. that I didn’t want to be.
Rebecca
it makes him uncomfortable, all the wigs in the man’s room. he has to wonder what they’re doing there, what purpose they serve, why the man feels the need to wear them… why there are suspicious rust-colored stains on more than one.
reni
well it was itchy, that is an itch that you just couldn’t satisfy. The thing is this wig was the one that old judge Trudy wore back in the day so I felt obligated to wear it.
BOb
The man turned and stared. Shocked, he paused before laughing breiefly. His wife’s wig had mad eit’s way off the dining room table onto the nearest rug (an irony in itself) and was now being maimed by the local butcher’s cat.
SilverRose
Wigs and hair and little pieces of cardboard. She wore a different wig everyday in the mess that was her life. She told people she liked to change things up. She told them that she hated being constant and boring. But that wasn’t it. She didn’t know what she was doing. Why the hell did she wear a wig? She had gorgeous brown hair
Ranisha
if i were you,
i’d wear a wig.
not a subtle one, blonde or muddy brown,
but bright blue.
it’ll get you noticed.
that’s what you want, right?
you should stand out.
that’s what america’s all about.
or so i heard.
make yourself known by how uncomfortable you are in your own skin.
rebel through consumerism and abstract rebellion.
michelle
people wear these to become different from their original self. for example, cancer patients wear them so that they can blend in with society, a society where everyone has hair. others use it for individualism…god what am i talking about? it sounds like i’m writing an SAT essay.
kayla dorvel
I think of those old movie with those stupid white wigged men. They seems so pointless, does anyone know the reason why they were necessary? NO I didn’t think so… for intellectuals they looked
pretty stupid.
shelly Halfon
Wigs are hats for people who are pretentious, their pompous attitudes undying and their self-perpetuating relentless.
corey
I never was very fond of wigs. My mother wore one once she lost her hair due to chemotheraphy treatments. She used to complain about how hot it was, but it was obvious that she felt she had to wear one out. A woman without hair is an oddity in American society.
Sylvia
I once wore a cock wig, it made my balls stink but all the ladies loved it, boy I miss my cock wig. Oh cock wig, where hath thou gone. Hath thou suffered an ill fate of an ill tempered pedestrian upon some wet and slippery mountain side road?
Brian Pepin
The wig on her head had blown off with the wind. I saw it happen myself. But to be honest she looked beautiful without it.
Andrea Smith
There was a red wig in the corner of the store. Jessica would wear it to her job interview that day. It would be the start of her newest endeavor. The start of her new life. No more ashy brown hair to camoflauge her ambition. But red. Vibrant. Emotional. Charged. There was electricity in the color red and as it framed her oval face. She knew there was something new to be made.
brittney
my aunt wore a wig to her daughter’s wedding because she was going through chemo, any other time I saw her she had a hat or a scarf on , but she had bought this wig special for her daughters wedding.
Marika
you hear the word wig and you think drag queen?
well at least in my case you do.
ive seen my fair share of drag queens and let me tell you
they are quite spectacular. they do whatever they want when and where ever. its extremely unfair
Nina
julia wears it its blonde she likes plays she creeps me out. i think black people should wear them i like them i think its kind of gross i dont know why i am doing this. i guess i have a problem. i don’t like this. afkasfnsa. writrs block fkf i ccant think anymore
Reagan
some people mugth believe a wig is just a way to hide your age, i always liked to see it as a way to hide the fact that you are dying. and as cancer slowly withdraws the life out of you you know youll have some hair for people in your funeral to see.
andres ramirez
There once was a man who had no hair, so he decided to by a wig. But when he went to the store he saw a sign that said in, and another that said out. He though hey, Wig out that is sweet.”
Just than the man behind the counter shot him and stole his wallet and put on one of the long blonde wigs onto the dead man, so he couldn’t be recongized.
Whig was once a political party, but now most people are democrats or republicans. What ever happened to them?
I once had a teacher that looked like she wore a wig, but really she just tied her hair up in a sort of pony tail at the top of her head to hide the fact that she was balding.
Wig. It rhymes with fig. What eats figs? No idea. Humans I think? Egyptians I hear. Egyptians have lovely hair. At least, ancient ones did. I don’t suppose it’s very lovely now though, with them all being dead and such. Nasty dead hair on dead rotting corpses.
She pulled her wig on tighter. The way its band dug into her scalp made her feel safe. She looked at herself in the mirror. Blond curls fell down beside her cheeks. She was beautiful, but she could not escape the pain in her eyes.
i’m going with my friend to buy one tomorrow
hair so long and blond with blue eyes, one day there was a perfect girl with perfect hair and then when she was taking a shower we found out that was a wig =)
A topue that sits on your head. To freak out over something, only used in the 90’s as a weird evolution of slang terms kids always tried to develop to stay cool when in reality it was one of the dumbest thing to say. Everyone was just trying tohard. And That is what I mean.
it was a giant pink wig. a perfect bob and i wanted it. i wanted to be one of those hip girls that didnt care what people thought. just in a crazy world where all that mattered was the next costume you chose. it would start with a wig. outrageous and lovely
she wore a fine wig that day. fine in the way that it was different from the normal wig. standard issue wigs were synthetic and ratty, after having been used many times before. hers was of the kind that the aristocrats wore, made from real horses hair.
i once had a wig but it was really a wiglet that i used to puff my fair up with…which is funny cuz i have really thick hair and the wiglet would slip out and fall to my feet
I didn’t really need the stupid thing it looked like a dead rat
mi wig was so amazing i didn’t wanted to stay away from it. The wind blew and it disappeared with some autumn leaves.
i wear it sunday when i go out to church. i wear it on friday with my knees in the dirt. i let my hair down when i come home from work. i know that its aweful but it matches my shirt.
To me, wigs seem awkward and plasticky. I imagine transexuals and half-sexy prostitutes wandering the streets in heels that hurt to much, heads full of shame, wishful thinking, and nylon.
the man’s wig was stupendous and he always wore it west. there was never such a fine wig as his; all the townspeople would stand and stare at it with great admiration. the man was prideful. one day a women came in to town and despised the wig.
i wear a wig. drag queens wear wigs. they are itchy. would i look good as a blonde? wig stores are strange. i don’t think i have ever stepped foot into one by choice. i have weird friends.
Well if i know the meaning right then it’s simply the salvation for those who are not confident enough to accept being bold and embrace the circle of life. and to those who can’t deal with the fact that natural is the best.
A lot of Orthodox Jewish women have to wear wigs to hide their hair. I’m not really sure what the reasoning behind this is, but every time I go to see my ophthalmologist (and Orthodox Jewish woman) she’s wearing a wig and it really wigs me out.
spinning, it flew slowly and gracefully off my head, down in elegant smoersaults on the thermals, before beign pulped under the wheels of the train as it thundered under the bridge, and all over my once splendid toupee.
her bubblegum pink wig sat haphazardly on her tiny head, the fringe shadowing eyes hooded with swollen kohl-lined lids.
Her head shining brightly in the blinding sun. Shame of what’s missing, what could be, what made her. Forced to put on the fake gatherings of hair, she set her wig on her scalp as triumphantly as possible and set out into the world of another battle.
I watched the woman stroke her wig, adjusting it so it sat in the right place. She smiled at herself in the mirror.
Her wig was slipping. Not literally. Figuratively. Although, I guess wig isn’t the best word. Mask, maybe. Yeah. Her mask was slipping. She was loosing her footing and it was getting hard to keep up with the facade. Maybe all those old sayingw about telling the truth were, well… true.
I’ve been wearing a wig. metaphorical really. Because when I look in the mirror I see that girl. that I didn’t want to be.
it makes him uncomfortable, all the wigs in the man’s room. he has to wonder what they’re doing there, what purpose they serve, why the man feels the need to wear them… why there are suspicious rust-colored stains on more than one.
well it was itchy, that is an itch that you just couldn’t satisfy. The thing is this wig was the one that old judge Trudy wore back in the day so I felt obligated to wear it.
The man turned and stared. Shocked, he paused before laughing breiefly. His wife’s wig had mad eit’s way off the dining room table onto the nearest rug (an irony in itself) and was now being maimed by the local butcher’s cat.
Wigs and hair and little pieces of cardboard. She wore a different wig everyday in the mess that was her life. She told people she liked to change things up. She told them that she hated being constant and boring. But that wasn’t it. She didn’t know what she was doing. Why the hell did she wear a wig? She had gorgeous brown hair
if i were you,
i’d wear a wig.
not a subtle one, blonde or muddy brown,
but bright blue.
it’ll get you noticed.
that’s what you want, right?
you should stand out.
that’s what america’s all about.
or so i heard.
make yourself known by how uncomfortable you are in your own skin.
rebel through consumerism and abstract rebellion.
people wear these to become different from their original self. for example, cancer patients wear them so that they can blend in with society, a society where everyone has hair. others use it for individualism…god what am i talking about? it sounds like i’m writing an SAT essay.
I think of those old movie with those stupid white wigged men. They seems so pointless, does anyone know the reason why they were necessary? NO I didn’t think so… for intellectuals they looked
pretty stupid.
Wigs are hats for people who are pretentious, their pompous attitudes undying and their self-perpetuating relentless.
I never was very fond of wigs. My mother wore one once she lost her hair due to chemotheraphy treatments. She used to complain about how hot it was, but it was obvious that she felt she had to wear one out. A woman without hair is an oddity in American society.
I once wore a cock wig, it made my balls stink but all the ladies loved it, boy I miss my cock wig. Oh cock wig, where hath thou gone. Hath thou suffered an ill fate of an ill tempered pedestrian upon some wet and slippery mountain side road?
The wig on her head had blown off with the wind. I saw it happen myself. But to be honest she looked beautiful without it.
There was a red wig in the corner of the store. Jessica would wear it to her job interview that day. It would be the start of her newest endeavor. The start of her new life. No more ashy brown hair to camoflauge her ambition. But red. Vibrant. Emotional. Charged. There was electricity in the color red and as it framed her oval face. She knew there was something new to be made.
my aunt wore a wig to her daughter’s wedding because she was going through chemo, any other time I saw her she had a hat or a scarf on , but she had bought this wig special for her daughters wedding.
you hear the word wig and you think drag queen?
well at least in my case you do.
ive seen my fair share of drag queens and let me tell you
they are quite spectacular. they do whatever they want when and where ever. its extremely unfair
julia wears it its blonde she likes plays she creeps me out. i think black people should wear them i like them i think its kind of gross i dont know why i am doing this. i guess i have a problem. i don’t like this. afkasfnsa. writrs block fkf i ccant think anymore
some people mugth believe a wig is just a way to hide your age, i always liked to see it as a way to hide the fact that you are dying. and as cancer slowly withdraws the life out of you you know youll have some hair for people in your funeral to see.
There once was a man who had no hair, so he decided to by a wig. But when he went to the store he saw a sign that said in, and another that said out. He though hey, Wig out that is sweet.”
Just than the man behind the counter shot him and stole his wallet and put on one of the long blonde wigs onto the dead man, so he couldn’t be recongized.
The End.
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