These days, I go to one of those snooty Beverly Hills salons to get my hairs hacked. They not only wash your mop before they cut it, they massage your neck and back while you wait. Ahhh…now, that’s service. Then, after my hairstylist is finished with my coiffure, I’m sent back to the sink for another quick shampoo and rinse. You’d think this would prevent any problems with stray hairs irritating my skin. And you’d be wrong. Sure enough, about thirty minutes later, the torture begins. It starts as just a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, and then the intensity increases hour by hour. By the end of the day, my neck, back, ass and, uh, man sacks are itching like crazy. Don’t get me wrong. I love the haircut. But The Itch sucks.
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You are very strange. How do you get hair clippings on your ass and “man sacks” (that’s retarded, by the way) from a haircut.
Actually, I got a haircut yesterday too. It’s all about finding the right stylist. Because after 26 years of bad, bad do’s – I found the right girl and it’s lookin gooood main. I don’t even have to wash it or comb it or nothin.
Yes, I am strange. After all, I do have a blog called “Everything Sucks.” The whole “man sacks” thing was just an attempt at a humorous euphemism for the scrotum. As to how the hair gets there, I don’t know. My guess is it just slips down there during the cut. And the only reason I go to Beverly Hills is because that’s now where my stylist of over ten years resides. Lucky me.
itchy balls…nice.
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