Time to get this off my chest.

I hate my hair. I’ve been sick of the way my hair looks since the day it sprouted. Some people say “Oh, you have such nice hair.” Those people are called liars. The very few times I go hatless, I either looked like Eddie Munster or like I am being electrocuted. Thus, my impressive collection of skull covers. At last count I think I own seventy baseball hats (yes, most of them are versions of the same old Zildjian baseball hat, I never said I have fashion sense either…)

Today, after a particularly frightening hair day, I’d had enough. It was time to take a stand against the wild alfalfa covering my scalp. So I grabbed the buzzers and the shearing began.

The result?

The ridiculous beard is next to go.

Author: frenchy