When you asked me to slouch in the chair, I assumed it was because you were short. You continued to cut my hair while rubbing your fupa up my arms and shoulders. You weren't even looking at my hair while you cut, you just kept smiling at me in the mirror like it was a sick joke. That was a much creepier haircut than the national advertisement implied.
Buffalo, NY
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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