NO BARBERS AT THE TOSCHE STATION
To my buddy who cuts his own hair because he’s a cheap bastard: stop cutting your own hair, you cheap bastard! There’s only one legitimate haircut for do-it-yourself stylists and that’s buzzed/shaved. Are you buzzing your hair right down? No, you’re not. Are you shaving your head? NO. You look like Prince Valiant or the psychopath from No Country For Old Men. This is ridiculous. You’re a grown-up man living in a city, not some squeaky dough-head hick bullseyeing womp rats in his T-16 back home. You can afford real haircuts from real hair-cutting professionals. Go get one or I’ll get a posse together and we’ll shave your head balder than Lobot’s. /Anonymous
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