When I'm getting my hair cut there are only two rules:
1. Don't talk to me
2. Don't make a fucking mess of it
It seems those are a bit hard to follow for some. I got my hair cut today and the guy tried to make conversation. I easily batted that away. But he seriously pissed all over rule no. 2. I was left with a fringe like a pair of net curtains. Had to sort it out at home with a pair of scissors. Not what I paid £20 for (would have been £30 if it wasn't for an offer). The fucking fuck.
Anyway, nothing that a good Rioja can't fix.
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