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Today, I went down my local town and I started to shout norwooooooooooooooooooooooood in everyone's direction.
I was shouting noooooooorwood in everyone's direction.
I was giving people their confirmation of Norwood.
I was enjoying myself.
I felt really cool.
It all started when I noticed this balding guy across the road from me.
I looked with anticipation in his direction.
As I got closer, I noticed him notice me too.
All of a sudden, my heart started beating faster.
He was a Norwood 4.
As I got within 3 metres of him.
He pulled a dumb face, pointed in my direction and screamed in a high pitch voice norwoooooood.
I did the same thing, I was pointing in his direction screaming norwoooooood
We were both identifying each others norwoods.
We were pointing at each others fresh norwoods, whilst doing a little jig with our legs.
All of a sudden, both of our fingers started to glow as we aimed them in each others direction.
It was just like from the film ET - our fingers went orange whilst we screamed nooooorwood in each others direction.
As I looked around, a whole load of other norwoods joined us, as they did the same.
They were pointing at other norwoods, shouting norwoooooooood in their direction.
It was such a proud momentous occasion.
On lookers were gazing opened mouth with proudness etched on their faces.
Baldness was officially being accepted.
Everyone on the Norwood scale were participating in identifying other peoples norwoods.
It was the official Norwood congregation.
Everyone started to rejoice with one another.
All of a sudden, Backstreet Boys music came on.
It was havoc.
All the baldies started to furiously jive to the beat.
It was the Norwood groove in full flow.
Everyone from fat, middle age, norwood 7's with only coconut strands on top of their heads, were grooving like there was no tomorrow.
No one could stop us.
We were living our lives.
I was shouting noooooooorwood in everyone's direction.
I was giving people their confirmation of Norwood.
I was enjoying myself.
I felt really cool.
It all started when I noticed this balding guy across the road from me.
I looked with anticipation in his direction.
As I got closer, I noticed him notice me too.
All of a sudden, my heart started beating faster.
He was a Norwood 4.
As I got within 3 metres of him.
He pulled a dumb face, pointed in my direction and screamed in a high pitch voice norwoooooood.
I did the same thing, I was pointing in his direction screaming norwoooooood
We were both identifying each others norwoods.
We were pointing at each others fresh norwoods, whilst doing a little jig with our legs.
All of a sudden, both of our fingers started to glow as we aimed them in each others direction.
It was just like from the film ET - our fingers went orange whilst we screamed nooooorwood in each others direction.
As I looked around, a whole load of other norwoods joined us, as they did the same.
They were pointing at other norwoods, shouting norwoooooooood in their direction.
It was such a proud momentous occasion.
On lookers were gazing opened mouth with proudness etched on their faces.
Baldness was officially being accepted.
Everyone on the Norwood scale were participating in identifying other peoples norwoods.
It was the official Norwood congregation.
Everyone started to rejoice with one another.
All of a sudden, Backstreet Boys music came on.
It was havoc.
All the baldies started to furiously jive to the beat.
It was the Norwood groove in full flow.
Everyone from fat, middle age, norwood 7's with only coconut strands on top of their heads, were grooving like there was no tomorrow.
No one could stop us.
We were living our lives.
