Wow! Thanks guys!
I honestly don't know what to say... *sniff*
But, I wondered where to post this new little anecdote of mine and which more suitable place than this thread!!
We all know - well, at least we men (and, perhaps, Blibb) - that a couple of wild, or mildly tamed, horses are required to drag us to the barber. No? Well, maybe it's just me then... I hate going to the barber/hairdresser. Don't get me wrong, it's a very pleasant time spent while you're there. It's just that when you leave you have to skip from shadow to shadow with a cap pulled down over your head because of the monster the woman has transformed your hair into. Fine. That is something that comes along with the visit. And as time goes by step by step the hair usually normalizes and finally you meet halfways and find a way to live together again. Not this time... It's been a week now and no matter what I looked liked when I left the place this is not it, and it's certainly not what I asked for. And I specifically TOLD the girl that, sure, save some in the back, I don't like to wear it too short... just don't cut me a mullet! Then how come now, a week later, I'VE GOT A MULLET!!! I am the unhappy owner of a perfectly fine 1986 vintage mullet... and I did NOT ask for it. I don't know what it's like in America, in Britain or in the rest of Europe or Australia, but here it's been kind of trendy with mullets for a couple of years now but, no thanks, not for me (soooo postmodern...
). I had one when I was 11 and that was fine. I just don't understand it! I can't believe I missed it when she was flying the mirror around my head... "Good?", "Sure!", "Fine?", "Absolutely! Just Perfect!"... And now this....
What the hell happened here? And when??? I am seriously starting to consider the fact that the mullet fairy has been paying me nightly and regular visits.
What I'm trying to say is.... I'm was in a terrible state earlier because of the discovery of the secretly planted mullet on my head. But now, thanks to this wonderful thread, I'm am in a really cheerful mood again!
So, again.. Thank you so very very much, compadres! And remember, don't ever cut your hair in Sweden!
HERE'S TO THREE YEARS OF MOFOING AROUND!!! AND TO SHANE!!! TO SHANE AND MOFO!!!
SKÅL!!!!