Guile's hair.
One morning in the house of Guile, an American soldier. He heard a ring at the door and went to answer it.
"Sign here." Said the postman.
"Yes! It's here!" said Guile. "My favourite gel for my hair!"
"You spend a lot on this stuff, don't you?" asked the postman.
"Oh, you bet." Guile smiled.
Guile signed for the package and closed the door when he heard his wife, Julia.
"Oh, shoot!" she said.
Guile went into the dining room where she was. "What's up honey?" he asked.
"This broom handle broke off while I was sweeping!" Julia answered. She then turned to her husband. "Sweetie, could you do me a favour?"
Guile sighed. "You're lucky my gel's in or I would say no."
Guile got down on his legs and used his brush hair to clean the floor.
END.
