Doncha just hate when . . .
 

You go to a new salon to get your hair cut, the operator is great, gives you the best haircut ever! Then you go back a second time and still the best haircut ever! Then the third time the receptionist says, I'm sorry but ***** moved to Florida. We do have ***** or ***** that is taking over her clients. So you make an appointment hope for the best all the while knowing you will look like Buster Brown when they get done and that's exactly what happens. I hate looking for stylists! :eyebrow:

PICS OR IT NEVER HAPPENED

I hate it when I'm cleaning my 12 gauge, and it accidently goes off, and blows my head off.

Ok

Looks nice from here

<Shrug>

I think you are looking at the dog, I am the one on the left in the after picture :thepain:

or a mechanic, or a piercer. all those personal service types.

Yes, us hairless people just LOVE to hear about the trials and tribulations of you follically blessed folk!!!

wait, you're hairless? like . . . all over?

Only one way to find out. And bring a penis with you this time!!!!


:D

on second thought, I don't want to know! ;)

you got me chuckling

ditto
um nevermind

Haircuts for me are easy. Every six months or so (when the ends are getting too raggedy), the hair goes into a ponytail holder and I trim off the bottom inch or so.

What I hate is the cheap-ass bags that you get from the supermarkets these days. They're okay while they're sitting in the cart, usually survive being placed in the car, but then they self-destruct as you're carrying things into the house. And not just any bag ... the ones holding the TP and the toothpaste and the non-foods, they're fine. The overloaded ones with the milk and the detergent, they stay intact, but the freakin' ones where you have the dozen yogurts because of the 12 for $5 special, and the bag of tomatoes and eggs you've nestled gently on the top of the pile the whole way home ... those are the ones that split right at the seams and scatter everything everywhere.

That's why I've switched to granola-eatin' hippie cloth bags. Not the environment. The tragedy of the tomatoes.