So, Paul asked me to cut his hair.....no problem. He gets everything out, I do the job, he cleans up. A routine we created long ago. So, Paul, in is infinate wisdom decides he'll help and try to cut his own hair before I get out there. So, I see the back...and asked the what the sam he was doing....he says...its a #3...and I said...oh no its not!...he says, yes it is, it has a 3 on it.....no, what it said was 3mm...it was a #1.....so Paul is officially darn near bald. Not a great look on our Pauly. In fact, he worn a hat for the first couple hrs after. Now the girls like to rub his head and say hes got fuzzy head. HA....guess he won't be trying this anytime soon.
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Laughed so hard! I tried to cut my own hair once--luckily Robert saved me before I became bald!
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