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Oh man…when we lived in Ft. Lauderdale, Jason used to make me cut his hair. It was horrific for both of us, I was terrible with the “behind the ears” trim.
The first time, though, was amazing. His hair was pretty long then, and we went out onto the back deck. A half an hour later, he was shirtless, tufts of hair were scattered about on the deck, and I had given him a mullet, blackened out a front tooth with some chocolate syrup, and documented everything with pictures (of course, the mullet was for pictures only).
Occasionally he lets me abuse him like that…once, when I was upset about something, he let me paint one of his toenails (thought he could peel it off). He didn’t understand about nail polish remover, and walked around with a pink toe for weeks. Good times.
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