I went in, and this guy asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted a number two (as always), and he looked at me like I'd just OD'd on penis.
So he starts talking to his friend about it and they're agreeing about this and I'm like "wtf".
So eventually I'm finished and I've got a number two and a number four whatever the fuck that means, and I've got like half a centimeter of hair left all over. I'm confused.









^___^
You've done stuff!
I freaking luff yew
and you're slightly facist hair.
:S
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well, no, you just need to put art on.
0.o
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-.-
And I don't like carpets.
I like bollocks.
o0
COCKS, DAMMIT!
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It's a shocking surprise we haven't killed each other yet.
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And I Saw God Cry In The Reflection Of My Enemies,
And All The Lovers With No Time For Me.
And All Of The Mothers Raised Their Babies -
To Stay Away From Me.
...And Pray They Dont Grow Up To Be Me...
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