Do you get boobs on your head when you get your hair cut/washed? Is this how you choose a hair dresser? Do you tip depending on boob/head quality? Is this a form of cheating?
Bewbz on your head
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Of course! I mean, I'm bald so what the hell else would I go pay $15 for? Conversation? I had a girl at the Great Clips on Chickasaw and Lake Underhill that was in line to be my 7th ex wife. She actually shed a tear and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek when I told her I was moving to Virginia.
So, no, it wasn't cheating because my wife knew. Shit, my wife would even ask me if my girlfriend was there when I got my haircut.
So, no, it wasn't cheating because my wife knew. Shit, my wife would even ask me if my girlfriend was there when I got my haircut.
Same gal has cut my hair for 12 years. When I first started with her, she had spectacular, firm hooters that she rubbed all over my head. During the past 12 years she has had 4 kids who wore those fun bags out. Now saggy and sloppy. Thinking I need to find another hair dresser but like the way the she cuts my flowing locks.
I haven't been to a hair cutting place in 5-6 years and before that it was just random cheap places. When I was in middle-high school though I went to my moms hair lady. I had dreams about her. She looked like a brunette Britney Spears (the early 00s Britney).
I go to a guy so no boobs then, however he knows what he's doing- the hair washing station is run by a good looking girl. And she often dangles the hootz over your head in line of sight.
I live in Tallahassee. The guy that cuts my hair cut the Governor's hair back in the 60's (and probably half the Klan). He's probably the most cracker of any cracker you've ever met. Floyd the Barber on Andy Griffith isn't even close to describing him. If you want to film a remake of Deliverance or Easy Rider, he needs to cast your extras at his family reunion.
On the other hand, when I was in college, the chick that cut my hair was more than a dime. Spare change was the only description. I had effed up soccer hair so it was always changing. Shaved on one side. Mullet, All one length. Blue and gold streaks at times. I had the Agassi before him. So I spent a lot of time in there and tipped her well for a college kid. She had the rack of DD that sat on my shoulders like a pair of lead book ends on a shelf throughout the whole experience. This was back in the 80s when you couldn't buy that shit. She had the big 80s hair too. Bon Jovi bangs, all of it. She would call me and leave voicemail asking when I was coming in next, etc. which drove me crazy.
I had a pretty serious girlfriend and the hairdresser was a little older, like 22 or 23, so I never made a play. Later the gf started going with me so I had no chance anyway. Once we broke up, I finally mustered up the courage to go in there and be a man about it. So I called to make an appointment.
That's when she told me that she spent the weekend with the Bullet Boys (a C grade hair band for you youngins) and was leaving to follow them. Never saw her again. I was a dumb ass when I was young.
On the other hand, when I was in college, the chick that cut my hair was more than a dime. Spare change was the only description. I had effed up soccer hair so it was always changing. Shaved on one side. Mullet, All one length. Blue and gold streaks at times. I had the Agassi before him. So I spent a lot of time in there and tipped her well for a college kid. She had the rack of DD that sat on my shoulders like a pair of lead book ends on a shelf throughout the whole experience. This was back in the 80s when you couldn't buy that shit. She had the big 80s hair too. Bon Jovi bangs, all of it. She would call me and leave voicemail asking when I was coming in next, etc. which drove me crazy.
I had a pretty serious girlfriend and the hairdresser was a little older, like 22 or 23, so I never made a play. Later the gf started going with me so I had no chance anyway. Once we broke up, I finally mustered up the courage to go in there and be a man about it. So I called to make an appointment.
That's when she told me that she spent the weekend with the Bullet Boys (a C grade hair band for you youngins) and was leaving to follow them. Never saw her again. I was a dumb ass when I was young.
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She had a train run on her and then she hopped aboard for a longer ride. Nice.
Excuse me, sir, but Smooth Up In Ya is a bad ass jam. Marq Torien had the voice of an angel on angel dust. You just hate 'cause they ran train on your chick.
This happens to me a lot when I get massages, who doesn't love bewbs on the head?
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Men just be mad that their women are finally figuring out their secret.
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Men just be mad dat womens be figurin out dey secret
Men just be mad that their women are finally figuring out their secret.
