Snippet: while at the university, more than one person mentioned that I had really pretty hair (naturally brown with a reddish tint). So, one day at the dormitory I was in an admirer's room being fed a really good pizza washed down with miller low-life beer. This same admirer sometimes referred to me as "miss clairol". The following conversation ensued (speech slightly slurred from the beer): Detractor/admirer: "you're not good enough to eat my shit"! Myself : "oh! Yes I am"! detractor/admirer: "no! You are not"! Myself : "i am too"! observer: "there's one way to find out".