More SL,UTs please

Skiwi has a big job interview and, as such, was in dire need of a haircut. “I really need a SL,UT night,” he told me. I put the word out and, two days later, Kitchen Beautician was on my porch cutting his hair. “Who else is coming?” asked MiniMe. “This is it tonight, just the four of us. Diggler may come later,” I replied. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Within about 45 minutes we had about ten people the porch – some wanted their hair done, others just wanted in on the SL,UT action.

Oper, who lives just down the street, made a surprise visit with her wee dog and coffee mug. “May I get you a drink?” I asked her. “I’ve got to finish my wine,” she said tipping the ceramic mug to reveal Jesus water. “I’ll refill it for you, we just brewed a pot of Sangria,” I advised. She wasted no time doing a wine shot and handing me her empty mug.

As everyone got to know each other – there were a few stoop virgins who I didn’t even know – we discussed the upcoming peel party at Oper’s. One of the virgins appeared to be a little concerned about attending. Seeing the concern, I advised her it was spelled p-e-e-l, not p-i-l-l. Peel party, pill party – they sound similar, but the outcomes are rather different. “You should all come to the party,” Oper said and added, “We need more SL,Uts please.” “We need a name, like SL,UT Cuts,” BioMom stated. “How about SL,UT on Your Face?” I suggested. “Perfect!” Oper exclaimed, raised her mug for a toast, and, like Skiwi, got exactly what she wanted – more SL,UTs.