I drizzled olive oil in my hair to condition my scalp, slapped on a scully and went to take rest. Upon rinsing I had hair softer and bouncier than I had felt in months. Let us, if we may, define bouncy. Perhaps through comparison: A trampoline is bouncier than a diving board, just as a mattress is bouncier than a sleeping bag. Let us note, especially in the case of the mattress, that there must be room for the springs to recoil and again, rebound. The classically dry waves of hair, now fully saturated with triacylglycerols, have found delight in expansion. I am sporting, however proudly, a helmet of poofy, silky locks and glad, very glad that it's raining and I've got nowhere I need to go.
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