2 shave or not 2 shave? That is, apparently, the question... At least if last night was any hair-raising indication!
Granted, I was a little moody. Yeah, I was a little tipsy. (OK, maybe even a little drunk-y!) For sure, I was feeling SexyBacky. So... I thought nothing of dragging my equally tipsy friend into the bathroom and goating him into shaving my head... With a #1 razor! It was so G.I. JaNe meets crazy BRiTNeY.
Now, I love the q-ball bald me. But The SnowMan, my better-half, about lost it! A 2-hour, Bacardi-fueled fight of War of the Roses proportions ensued... He want as far as to say that I look like a "disgusting cancer paitent with a House In Vermont!" (For all of you non-homo's in the do-not-know, a House In Vermont = HIV!)
Ouch, Daddy! Ouch!
Regardless, this morning, I've had multiple upon multiple persons and personality disorders (MiCHaeL LoHaN, included!) telling me how good it looks! Take that, SnowMan! Take that to the Barber Shop and smoke it!
WeLCuM 2...
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