I just noticed my last post of 2007 was about my history of haircuts. Which is interesting....well, not really, but "which is interesting" is a verbal placeholder, like "no, you're not fat" or "well, not really, but "which is interesting" is a verbal placeholder, like "no, you're not fat"."
ANYways...it occurred to me over Christmas, while I was getting a haircut from a woman - what the FUCK have I been thinking re: my policy of only getting my hair cut by grizzled old dudes? When it comes to sex I somehow let go of this policy, why can't I do the same with my precious coif? For fuck's sake...this chick wasn't even hot, but for only $12 she was running her fingers through my absurdly beautiful locks while rubbing her tits up against me, making my foot-long electric razor almost shoot shaving cream. Anybody getting these shaving innuendos? What the fuck have I been thinking? What the fuck, am I gunning for a Congressional Medal awarding me for being the last man on Earth to get a haircut for $8? Enough's enough.
Is there a place that gives haircuts by Hooters girls? Or topless, even? How much would you pay for that - you gotta get your hair cut anyways, why not by some smoking hot big-tittied chick who's tonguing your ear? Camon. Like Kurt Cobain, a no-brainer.
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