Barbershop's closed today, folks. Sorry. Feeling a bit under the weather. [aka It's Yom Kippur, he's not cutting any hair, you ignorant shmucks ( Read more... )

During the flood I gave an olde-time cavalier-cowboy-person a haircut, so I'm guessing all guys already know I'm a barber. Great. Saves me time. I'll be doing that thing I do on Fridays in one of the first floor common rooms. If you go to one and I'm not there, just walk yourself on down to the other ( Read more... )

I didn't hit anyone with a baseball the other day, did I? I remember practicing my swing during the flood on the top deck and I'm pretty sure I wasn't paying attention to where they were landing ( Read more... )

Well how about that, Barge. I'd pick marching through fucking Sicily again over staying here right now ( Read more... )

When Passover starts I'm going to take a vacation to a magical land of seclusion, aka sitting in my cabin with the door shut and my fingers in my ears.

Haircuts. I'm still giving them. Free knuckle sandwich available upon request.

[Private to Armand St. Just:]Any better now ( Read more... )

Everyone's changing. I should just put on a dress and call it a day ( Read more... )