When you live in foggy London town, every corner turned is an opportunity to make a grand entrance. Or not.

I'll tell you right now, you don't know fog until you've been to London. You think the corn mazes in Iowa are thick.

Literally anything could be happening in there. Raves. Fancy luncheons with little cucumber sandwiches. Hostile alien takeovers. You've seen that movie, The Mist, right? One minute you're on your way to work, the next you're sitting in a car with four suicidal friends (counting you) and a loaded gun containing three bullets.

When you finally emerge, only one thing is certain. Well, two things if you count the wicked case of survivor's guilt you'll carry for the rest of your life. But the other thing is that you're going to look like a fabulous breath of fresh air in your London Fog.

We can't say the same for your perm, however. The humidity is murder.

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