Shave and a haircut, 2 bits?

I wish.

I like getting my haircut. It's true. I know, I know. You're saying, "You, long-hair? You? If you'd only stop showering you could become a full-on hippie." But it's true. All that head attention...it's soothing. But I've had my share of bad haircuts over the years. So, when I find someone I trust to do it, I tend to stick with them until they move, die, change professions, or disappear under mysterious circumsatnces. Currently that's Megan. Ultra skinny lesbian dog owner that speaks mostly in superlatives. Of course, problem is, she was pretty cheap at first, but prices have gone up and now it feels like I'm paying an amount that the guys from Queer Eye would probably be proud of.

At any rate, can I just say it's not quite as relaxing, at least for most guys (I would assume), when you go to get your haircut, and start off by getting a shampoo from another guy with a mohawk wearing what looks like to be a homemade skirt. Oh, those chic hair salons.
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There's nothing I want to see less while I'm eating lunch then a post op transsexual woman wearing fuck me boots sitting at the table next to me.
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Have you ever been sitting on a crowded subway train when someone unleashes the silent violence, and ferverntly hoping it wasn't the ass closest to your face that was the culprit? I have.
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That's all for now. You stay classy, San Diego. I'm Ron Burgundy?