Quarter-sized Dandruff Flakes

Today I was sitting at work and happened to scratch my head. Down from the sky, like the first leaf of Autumn time, floated a quarter-sized dandruff flake.

"What the?" I said, and reached up to the top of my head. I found a couple other quarters and some small change worth of dandy up there on the crown of my head.

I know you are asking yourself, "What can I do to get quarter-sized dandy flakes like Blogdor?"

See the thing is- it's not really dandruff. I spent the last week on the beach in the sun, and burned the peepee out of my scalp and just about every other inch of skin on my body (no more g-string speedo for me folks).

So I am now in the "peeling" phase. And that peeling has moved up to my head. The back of my head. Back where I can't see with a mirror.

The problem is, to the average unsuspecting victim this looks like huge flakes of dandy.

I went into the bathroom and tried to get it out. Then I contemplated who I could ask to check and make sure I got it all. Asking a guy would be kind of gay, but how do you ask a girl to pick out your quarter-sized dandy flakes?

There's probably another buck fifty in change and small bills up there. Just sitting there, waiting for just the right moment to parachute to my desk and join their brother and sister dandys.