Haircut.
As I’ve noted before, I don’t get “haircuts,” but rather I get my hair “done” every five weeks, not at a barber shop, but at a salon. I am of the view that doing anything less with this great farookin’ hair would be a felony.
My pal Elisson seems to take a different view and, as such, sent me this e-card. (Note: It contains a bit of grownup language).
Cracked me up, it did.
