Wait a minute. Perhaps she’s right. Perhaps I’ve been wrong to blindly follow the medical traditions and superstitions of past centuries. Maybe we barbers should test these assumptions analytically, through experimentation and a “scientific method.” Maybe this scientific method could be extended to other fields of learning: the natural sciences, art, architecture, navigation. Perhaps I could lead the way to a new age, an age of rebirth, a Renaissance! [ thinks for a minute ] *Naaaaaahhh! *
Mr. Reynolds has apparently changed his name to Turd Ferguson.
Kill me? Wha-what? Kill me! Wha-wha… since when is it a crime to visit your friend? I mean, what are you gonna do, have your Secret Service boys come in here and just blow me away? You’ve changed, Dutch, you’ve really changed!
Sting. Stinger. The Sting man. Stingy-ding-ding-ding. Makin’ copies.
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