The good old days:
I had a series of bad haircuts (via mom) when I was 10 so that was an awkward year. I also really needed a bra but was in denial, so I walked with a hunchback (to hide my bumps) and wore two shirts. But by the time I was 11 I had it goin' on...
Getting a haircut by a family member: Free
Being old enough to choose your own stylist: Priceless
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Amish Or Just A Bad Haircut? Thanks Mom!
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Funny Stuff,
General Epiphanies
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2 comments:
Hey been there and wrote the book,it kind of looks off the wall and that's good right
oh yeah.....LOL
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