His heart bled for the Brooklyn Dodgers and they
called him Blue Lou. His passion was so furious that he did what no man of the
1940’s would do: he decided to die his hair blue. But where could he do such a horrid thing? After all, no barber
shop had blue die back then as it wasn’t in vogue. Therefore, Lou did what any rational
man who wanted blue hair would do: he poured blue pain all over his head. And
then he died.
There is no moral to this story.
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