Happened just the other day
It's gettin' kind of long
I could've said it was in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
And I feel like I owe it, yeah ... to someone, yeah
After years of procrastination, I finally decided to take the Vow sometime during the fall of 2016. And yes, I still got hair, and it was just lying around (or blowing around or whatever hair does) and putting up with the occasional 'trim' which sometimes was disastrous and a general embarrassment.... "Hey professor; nice haircut". Now, all people can say is "he took the Vow", and wonder why the hell they went bald at age 35.
I certainly don't know. Its a mystery.
I certainly don't know. Its a mystery.
The Vow does allow a certain latitude in your relationship with the hair-dresser person, and yes you can visit the hair-dresser but only under the following conditions:
Your hair must be "annoying you", or, your significant other says the dreaded words, "you need a trim".
Only these 2 conditions can compel you to visit the hair-dresser person, and according to the Vow, you must tell the hair-dresser person exactly these words: "You can cut my hair, but when I walk out of here, my hair must be longer than when I walked in".
The Vow is not to be taken lightly- its seriousness or gravitas is on the order of the sacred Vow of Weed, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em".
In other words, "grow it if you got it".
In other words, "grow it if you got it".
-- db desgnr
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