How many of you still have that old man around that cuts a man's hair like it's supposed to be cut?
Hot cream and straight razors on your neckline and a smack across the back of the head with a little bit of that lemon smell good when you're done...
You know, the place where you walk in and there's old men shooting the shit about stringer limits, catty old broads, and how the younger generation of men are a bunch of pussies because they let their women tell them how to get their damned hair cut...
I visit such a place regularly.
I hope he sticks around for a while.
Must be the life huh?
Bonus pic :
You can beat my prices, but you can't beat my meat... Medium Ribeye for lunch. Not a bad day at all.
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