evenmytongueisfat replied to your post: You’re an asshole.
No you’re not. :)
…after you already liked the post to signify that you agree with the sentiment. OKAY EMMA! NICE TRY!
Q:You're an asshole.
I don’t care.
Battlestar Galactica is not a bad show.
Yes, I’ve started playing WoW again. No I do not want to join your shitty guild. I’m only a Level 15 Gnome Warrior named Drendathor. I don’t even know what a guild DOES. Fuck off.
Holy crap internet! I forgot to tell you something super important!
Friday afternoon I went to the usual haircut place, hair dressers, or, barbers, if you will. I walk in with my lady companion, Emma. We stand at the counter and wait. This woman looks up from the hair she was cutting to address my presence. She appears taken aback by my existence in general. I just assumed she was a ditz/socially retarded like myself.
She asked how I was. The usual friendly customer service type of greeting you would expect. I say “good thanks”. She turns back to the woman whose hair she is cutting and whispers something in her ear. She then turns back to me and, again, asks how I’m going, this time realising she is being a ditz. She corrected herself and asked me to take a seat and said she’d be with me in a minute.
Emma and I sat down and discussed how I hope she isn’t the one that has to cut my hair. Eventually she finished her job on the other lady and came over to me. She initiated a conversation with the preface “This is going to sound weird but-“. By that point I had already established in my mind that what was to follow was going to be harsly unpleasant like “This is going to sound weird but…I have no fucking idea what to do with your hair. You’re a bloody mess. Sorry, you’ll have to leave.” or This is going to sound weird but…I think you will REALLY suit a mullet. What do you think?” I was terrified.
My mind let her continue. She informed me that she was taking part in a competition next weekend and wanted me to be her ‘model’. I impulsively agreed to do it because, let’s face it, how fucking hilarious is this? She wants to cut my hair (FOR FREE, Mum is cheerin’), dress me up and shove me on a very manly and in no way emasculating catwalk.
TBC
Watch out Calvin Klein.
