Topix Underground

She's forcing me to get a haircut at the barber in town. The whole reason I cut my own hair with kitchen shears is to avoid having to sit in that chair and make inane conversation with the barber for 20 minutes.  Plus in these small towns, there's always a bunch of old men hanging around the barber shop like they're at a saloon. They get their haircut every three days. They don't even need it. That's like their social life.

I get my hair cut by this lady with big hooters that always rubs them on me while she's cutting. Sally watches her pretty close though.