A man at the salon
Got a haircut over the weekend. At the salon was a remarkable book, created by Crew, which I think makes hair products.
Where there's man there's Crew.
Oh, believe me, I do. Sometimes twice!
At least not for white men.
Mm, yeah, that and a pair of testicles.
His eyes are telling you you're fat.
Okay, now you just gotta give me a fucking break with this shit. Jesus. Someone, somewhere wrote this. And someone approved it. Then a bunch of Hitler Youth posed for the pictures. And someone printed it and put it in my barbershop. But why? That's what I can't figure out. For the love of god, why?