Son Darby: I have a story to tell. And I need someone for to tell it to.
PoJo345: uh, ok
PoJo345: go ahead
Son Darby: First of all, how do you spell tuh-bog-in?
PoJo345: tobogan
Son Darby: Okay, now the story...
PoJo345: kay-o
Son Darby: I was about to go to bed, I had just washed my hair, so I put on a tobogan, because that is what I do. It keeps my hair from poofing. And throughout the course of the night, the tobogan had worked itself high up on my head (so that it kept all of my hair down, except for the back of it)...
PoJo345: ...
Son Darby: And the back of my hair curled. Needless to say, my hair sure did look funny that day.
PoJo345: you mean turban
PoJo345: not tobagan