Ho-Rio’s

Yeah, kinda like Oreos, but better.
Got my annual shave today. Nope, not at the dog groomers as some might suggest. It was at my friendly neighborhood hair salon. Yuk. The words “hair salon” make me cringe and think of high heels and red lipstick. NOT that there’s anything wrong with that…just…not me. I walk in, and am instantly enamored by the estrogen compounds. Dizzy, even. (‘Cept for that one girl with the kitty tattoo maybe. Ha.)
Anyway, I digress. Back to the hair. Delilah stole my mojo today. I get home and finally look in the mirror. Holy shit! I’m friggin’ bald! Ok, not bald, but definitely lighter on the top. I’m certain that if just two more blondes had approached the spinny-chair, they could’ve talked me into a mohawk. Girls are like that. They’re fascinating, tantilizing, soft and yummy. I love girls. Wouldn’t wanna be here without ’em. And to you, the girls whom are sweeping this and shampooing that, I say thanks.
Especially to that one. You know, Jessica, who needs to stand up more. You’re still a cutie, despite your persuasions to the xy side of the petrie dish. You gals make my day. If only once in 365.
See y’all next year, when the knots in my hair get the best of me.

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