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Sunday, May 4, 2008

Kind of a Big Thing

So I was kind of hailed the BARBER KING this morning around 2 or 3am. My new-good friend, Kris (shavee), was looking to attain the length of my own hair (shaver... on the left, mouthing "SHUT UP BEFORE I SHAVE YOUR BACK HAIR, LAURYN!") and I was dubbed the expert because of my hair. So I took the sheers, buzzers, blades, whatever you shall dub thee; and mowed Kris' membrane-mighty. My girlfriend is also pictured in the back, with an indescribable expression on her face. Not quite sure what she was thinking at this point. Anyway... Kris is now an all-around-er like myself (i.e. same hair length on head, face, chest, and balls :D). Of course, it wasn't over, when around 3am, my other new-good friend, Mike, came to me for a buzz as well. He looks bad-ass now, along with Kris and we form this sort of trifecta of all-around-ers. All and all or all in all (not really sure how that figure of speech really goes. The night was long and hard and full of... hair. So now what does this mean? What does this make of this?? What am I? I am the BARBER KING. I can shave a man clean with the swoop of my fist-extenders and a good old pair of hair-begone-ers. I can do all of this now and I'm kind of a big thing.