That B is a Bad Mother...
"Shut your mouth!"
"I'm just talkin' bout B"
"We can dig it"
I saw Hailey yesterday, and spent WAY too much getting my hair cut.
But she's worth it. I've been seeing her for about 3 years now.
She's the type of stylist that I don't tell her how I want it cut, never cuts my hair the same way twice, but it ALWAYS looks hot.
So much so that each time I see her, I head out for a drink or two afterwards, sort of a red carpet treatment for the new 'do. I can almost hear theme music as I walk out of the salon. And yeah, usually when I walk by a woman, her ovaries will jump out of her body and attach themselves to my underbelly for nourishment.
Except for last night.
Because of a crisis at work (Read: Clusterfuck) I had to go back in right after, and didn't get out until 10ish? 11ish? Not sure. So the only people that were there to appreciate my hawtness were two fifty-something cleaning ladies who don't speak English.
It's a shame.
Hailey told me as she got started, "I need to make your hair look extra hot so you can get laid."
She's right, you know.
3 comments:
I have witnessed the new do's on occassion and one time I needed a cigarette afterwards.
You and your penis really should stay in a box under your bed. It keeps us married women safe and you too!
No fear, if any ladies come by that are worth more than a lay, I will be sure and hollar; we both know you have had enough practice.
Wow.
I... got nothin.
/strut
A man who appreciates the importance of a good stylist...I am so impressed.
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