Semi-pro cuts

The last time Sean got a haircut, he was so appalled that he had to pay ten whole dollars for it that he immediately went out and bought an entire hair cutting kit for roughly the same price. His hair had gotten mighty shaggy as of late, so we decided to put the kit to the test today. While Sean was pulling everything out of the box, I read over the instructions and ten minutes later I was well-trained and ready to go. Nevertheless, when that first hunk of red hair hit the floor, I was so sure that Sean would be bald by the end of the experiment that I freaked and threatened to quit. But by the time I'd finished the back of his head everything pretty much looked like it was supposed to. As I started on the sides, Sean requested that I leave a mohawk for him to fiddle with, and while I was none too fond of the unkempt rock star look, I admittedly found the gelled frat-boy one to be terribly sexy. When the mohawk was gone and Sean had washed all of the stray hairs down the drain, he looked like he'd just gotten home from the barber and he didn't even tip me for my services.

Behold, the evolution of Sean:



Picks up girls on WoW>turns his dirty underwear inside out>can play the guitar with that tongue>wears plaid shorts and Sperrys>loves me