Ξανθιά με ένα ξεσκισμένο αγόρι στην κρεβατοκάμαρά της

Why is it windy? I thought you said it wasn't going to be windy.

Well the weather forecast told me it wasn't going to be windy.

Now my hair is going to get all fucked up.

I don't want to tell you. I'm sorry.

Fuck.