When Jan finally took the plunge and went to Supercuts he asked for a sassy new look, but haircuts are never the same once the styling goop washes out. He arrived at work unaware his once neolithic locks, tusseled by unfavourable winds, had revealed an unexpected inner sassisness. We'll call this look, mein Führer, or the Reluctant Hitler (nsfw). It was either that or that chick from the second Terminator movie, so he's opted to stick with the Hitler nickname for now.
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Aww... I know what you mean XD!
ReplyDeleteWhen I get of the Hairdresser.
The first day it's like so cool!
Second day is like messy... =S