Ah right.. I have kinda one of them but it's litterally 2 mm difference... BTW **** going to Turkey I went for a cosmetic proceduretu remove some gyno from roids.. I paid thousands then got back waited a month to remove the vest and discovered they never removed the lumps. Lol
I’m 54, and whilst I am admittedly very handsome, I still keep mine shaved to virtually skin on the back and sides - the bit on top is hard as **** to style .... I agree with Roy, after a certain age, having a nice tight **** makes you look and feel much younger
Best thing Alan Shearer did (even more so than his football career) was just getting rid of the patches that were left on his heed
Definitely I feel fresher too. I also don't have to sit in a barber shop .. I always found that an uncomfortable experience. Do you want gel in? Yes because I ****ing hate what you've done so far
Sounds like my ****ty excuse of facial hair, even at 31 I can't grow a proper beard (not that id want to), it just sprouts up in patches like weeds
Mirror flashed round sides and back... I twist my head left and right and say “great thanks, that’s much better” then tip a fiver. door closes behind me and I walk down the street muttering “... ****ing useless ****”
Aye it's just awful isn't it. They ask how you want it, but we both know already they have only one cut in their arsenal
Worst when they try and strike up a conversation, as I used to go on a Friday after my last nightshift "Been up to much mate" "Nar just rolled out my ****ing chariot" "Any plans for later" "Nar everywheres shut"
“Been busy?” Plus watching which of the 3 makes the most horrendous cuts to the customers ahead of you ... and mentally calculating who’s up next and what the following order looks like based on how many people were waiting. Then judging how quick they are working on each cut and whether you’re going to end up with cut chops saying “who’s next”. Knowing everyone will point at you so that you get sacrificed rather than them. So ****ing stressful!! And I’m **** at maths anyway, so I usually judge it wrong. So often I get caught by the **** one saying “who’s next?”, and have to suddenly look at my phone as though it gave me an electric shock, throw it to my ear with an “oh no.... well where are you.... I can but I’m at least an hour away.... what street is it.... “ then step outside to continue the pretend conversation making one of those apologetic probably-best-if-someone-else-takes-my-turn hand gestures to the rest of the now terrified customers as I leave. Then I come back in the whole maths nightmare starts over.
I let my lass do it once, never again, butchered the poor dog. The £70 was for 2 dogs but still for an hour's graft it's not bad coin. Luckily it's only once a year
I couldn't give a **** what my dog looked like tbh.. He doesn't.. He's a canny little fella anyway so nobody notices
