Yes, I go to a hair salon. Not a barber. Nor do I cut it myself. I go to a salon where I am the only guy and am surrounded by hot chicks. For the past three years I have gone every three weeks consistently. I would book my appointments months in advance so I would never have to think about whether or not I should go. Well shit has happened and I’ve fallen off the routine wagon. The salon is starting to leave me harassing voicemails. I just got this one the other day. Hit the play button.
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