EAT MY ASS, AND MY BALLS

Anyway, the other night, Stephen decided to drop by mine for a bit so I could shave his head, since he's joining the army. Everyone thinks that's a joke. It took us two hours, pet hair clippers, and both of our best efforts, though he got it fixed up properly the next day at a proper place. Dun wanna leave ya hair too long aye mart, look luk a fuckin' poofter aye!