turbojonn
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So my wife asks me if she can die my hair. She's wanted to for years and I, like the man I am, always said "no way, you're not touching my hair!". Last night I caved, We've been married for 14 years and I thought it would be a giving jesture of trust, and look what happened!!! Talk about a bad hair day! I look like a bad televangelist, maybe a kid toucher, G.I. Joe doll, etc.
So now, tail between my legs, off I go to (this is so embarrassing) a SALON to get my HAIR DONE. Now I'm that guy that makes you pull your kids closer when I walk by. I kind of have that 'adult paperboy' look to me. I also have that 'about to have a coronary' red faced look too.
For now I'll just turn the car mirrors so I can't see myself and try to avoid eye contact with anybody. Thanks God I'm not still in High School, I'd be gettin' beat up for sure.
So now, tail between my legs, off I go to (this is so embarrassing) a SALON to get my HAIR DONE. Now I'm that guy that makes you pull your kids closer when I walk by. I kind of have that 'adult paperboy' look to me. I also have that 'about to have a coronary' red faced look too.
For now I'll just turn the car mirrors so I can't see myself and try to avoid eye contact with anybody. Thanks God I'm not still in High School, I'd be gettin' beat up for sure.