i feel as though i may have missed my calling. the other day, i stopped by my buddy mangler's house and he said that he needed a hair cut. i told him that i would be happy to. with some obvious reluctance, and the fall back plan of him being willing to shave his head if i screwed up majorly, he let me cut his hair. and cut i did. trimming, tapering, and blending like no other. when i was done, his hair looked eexactly as it did before he sat in my magical chair. just ab 1/2 in. shorter. i was a little worried while i was cutting, but once you get a beer or two in you, you relax a little, and let the scissors work their magic.
meatheads barber shop: where beers don't drink themselves!
coming to a neighborhood near you.