posted on Jan, 16 2018 @ 09:19 AM
originally posted by: Flyingclaydisk
I was gettin' a haircut the other day at this new barber shop place in town.
First of all, I wanna live in a place where people call hairdressers barber shops, and people go to them when they're new.
Not that it'd make a lot of difference, I cut my own hair, because I'm cheap and don't care if people point and laugh.
One of these days I'll cut it like I ask me to cut it. But it's when I go crazy that I know it. Oh there is blood, hair, sweat and tears. And that's
just looking in the mirror :/
haha you've never heard that expression?
My old man used to say it when he'd get my hair cut. But he was a short back and sides man, that glued his hair down with brylcreem.. I'm a hooligan
with either crazy long hair that betrays my inner hippy by turning me into a barbarian (or Jesus, long hair, goatee, rising from the dead, etc) or
it's shaved clean off. Not a good look for me, that.. back of me head looks like a ducks arse.
Haircuts are all fun and games, till you get drunk and give yourself a drunk mohawk, though.
lol she sounds like my ex FCD. Got a mouth that can start and put out a fire and an attitude to keep doing it all week long.
edit on 16-1-2018 by badw0lf because: (no reason given)