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Note to self:
Never let Leslie cut my hair again.
It sounded like a smart idea at the time "just a little off the top...", but when she said "...hang on and let me get the kitchen shears..." I should've ran and hid.
I look like I've got a mullet, without the party in the back.
I look like I need a seat on a short bus.
Anybody got a turban I can borrow?
~Update~
Fixed, sorta. Gotta a #3 buzzcut. My face is now the size of a lesser continent.
The first thing Cutter Tom said when I sat down in his chair a few minutes ago and pulled off my hat was "...CHRIST o'mighty. How drunk was she?"
6/4/2005 12:30:00 PM
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