Rambutan just went to get his hair cut.
And now, he looks like, well, a rambutan... All spike-ly hair and all...
And it doesn't matter how many times he's got his hair cut to resemble a tropical fruit. I still find it endearingly funny.
But best of all, his hair cut is going to keep me entertained, and in hysterics, every time I see him, for the next couple of weeks, until it grows out again.
You know what they say about jokes becoming stale? Well, this is one thing that's going to never fail to crack me up, every time Rambutan shows up with his rambutan hair-cut.
Now, if I can just only find more friends who resemble tropical fruits, my life won't be just good, it will be great.
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