so going with the theme of beergut, i had some beers with some pals on saturday. Thought it’d be a good time to cut my hair. My mate Brendan helped with the clippers and scissors… unfortunately, in the morning i realised it looked kinda like i was straight out of Trailer Park Boys.. Thought my name was Ricky, and for some reason really wanted to fuck off Mr. Layhey. Then i thought… what’s that all aboot…
I returned home (after having an AWESOME night in town), much to the dismay of my parents who convinced me that my new haircut was floored.. So i went out to a professional.
Now whenever i walk past a mirror, i think i am my brother. its bizarre.