i just discovered that my gym has a strict "no do-rag" policy. i am crushed. why god, why? oh the injustices of the world.

i am even further saddened by the fact that the typically fruitful google image search pulls no relevant results for a "guido do-rag." what with the success of the jersey shore, the subsequent birth of GTL & and all the beauty that is the halo of oompa loompa orange snookie-dom, i am truly devastated.

i salivate at the glory of a festive red/white/green do-rag, or perhaps one that swathes your cranium in a phrase such as "fuggetaboutit" (as sold at our local holy rosary italian festival each summer), or "7 days without spaghetti...makes one weak." methinks i have a patent on my hands. granted the ladies may have some qualms with hindering the height of their hair poofs, but it's nothing a little aqua-net won't maintain. mike "the situation" should be all over this. i would write him a letter suggesting it; however, i'm not quite sure he's literate. such is life.