Thursday, February 9, 2012
I have a new haircut.
Children cry out in revulsion at my haircut, and castigate me in loud voices. Men mock me. Women crowd around me, praising my haircut, a strange light in their eyes.
It is an eerie thing, my haircut.
Posted by benrosen at February 9, 2012 04:54 PM
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Pictures, please! I want to mock with good cause.
I expected this to end with "All die. O, the embarrassment!"
What's the phrase? "Pics or it didn't happen?" Yes. That.
That's one amazing haircut!
I see you went to that stylist whose work can only be seen by those who are virtuous and worthy - the same one who gave the Emperor his new 'do.
Yes, Jackie, that is the phrase I was trying to elicit.
For the curious, and not for the faint of heart, here is a picture.
If you do not look precisely like that the next time I see you in person, i will be very Put Out.
I take it that's a vote for me to keep the haircut until Wiscon.