A storm spoiled my plans last evening - pool, beer, steak, TV, blog, bed.
There are two things you can enjoy during a blackout. Drinking and sex. Last night, I was forced to do one by myself.
It is crazy hot. I’m sweating like Mike Tyson at a Spelling Bee.Â
Happy Birthday, Abby.
Back to the lecture at hand. Yesterday, I went to get a haircut but the only stylist available was a dude. And by dude, I mean homo.Â
Look, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. I just don’t want some guy cutting my hair. Sorry. I guess it used to be cool to go to a barber shop in the old days. Hell, I would love to go to a barber for a haircut and shave as long as the guy cutting my hair is named Floyd and we’re talking sports.
Now, if the guy has a mullet and parachute pants tucked into blue cowboy boots, then I’m going to pass and wait for the fat chick to get off break.
Riders on the Storm…
Benny