I have a fucking Mohawk

Not a single goddamn thing has went right this weekend. My brother was hospitalized Friday night, taking his babysittng service with him, so i missed the Dopefest. It’s like 90 degrees and my a/c stops working. So I get up this morning intending to start the week off right. I get my clippers and start shaving my head, starting with the sides (boy these things are gettng hot). I stop for a moment and inspect the clippers, they look all right. I start on the top, give one or two swipes at it, and I can see smoke coming from the clippers. I turn them off and they wont restart. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

My wife is cracking up while she gets dressed to return these three week old clippers. Luckily for me she can’t find the camera.

So, have you started pitying any fools yet, Mr. S?

Geez, Stuffy, that really snerk sucks. What a rotten way to pfft cap off the weekend.

Bahahahahahahaha!

Er, I mean, I hope your wife gets back with new clippers soon.

Or camera.

If you’re gonna have a Mohawk, then a fucking one is the best.

This happened while she was still in bed, lnowing what would happen, I hid the camera. :smiley:

Stuffy

Man the shit you gotta deal with. (That’s genuine commiseration.)

Helpful hint–Buy a razor and some shaving cream. It does a much better job.

Good move.

Cool! Wanna swap you your fucking Mowhawk for two fucking Winnebagos and a masturbating Crow?

I really don’t know how to answer that question, on the one hand, I’m sort of intrigued…