No, You Do Not Have a Future in Hair Services -- How's That For Honesty?
Help! Do I look like a raggamuffin or what? I tried, guys, really I did. Every time Mom comes at me with those darn scissors, I know I'm in for some hair butchering. I've tried running away, squirming, biting -- nothing works. She's a woman on a mission, my mom.
It's great not having my eyes covered by hair and all, but dude, how am I going to impress the ladies if I look like I got dropped on my head into a paper shredder?
Will someone please start up a collection so that I can go to PetSmart and get a proper haircut?