Fucking assholes
Well my hair was getting pretty annoying so I go to the usual Viet hairdresser in Bankstown for my haircut, right. But the regular woman was out on lunch or something and the only two others there were some stand-in and some hairdresser in training. The stand-in was busy with someone else so the only choice I had was the bloody noob. So I tell her what my regular cut is and she goes fucking nuts with the scissors and shit. You know that feeling you get halfway through a cut where it looks absolutely ridiculous and you're almost shitting your pants because it seems like it's going to be fucked up? Well you usually ignore that feeling because you know they're "professionals" and it'll be fine. FUCKING WRONG. From that point on, it just kept getting worse and worse and I kept telling myself it's cool until the shit started piling up in my pants and the woman said it was done. THE FUCKER MADE ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION OF IT. Seriously, it was like some kind of semi-mullet cut by a blind cat with Parkinson's. Little bits of longer hair in odd places and everything. So of course I got pretty godamn pissed and got my ill-spent money back.
Then the regular woman came back and she said the only way I could not look bloody retarded in public was if I made everything a uniform length. Long story short, Yang, due to noob failure, now comes with like 95% less hair. Fucking stupid. My scalp never felt so cold before. Expect to never see me without my beanie/hat/other head coverings for a looooong fucking time.
Then the regular woman came back and she said the only way I could not look bloody retarded in public was if I made everything a uniform length. Long story short, Yang, due to noob failure, now comes with like 95% less hair. Fucking stupid. My scalp never felt so cold before. Expect to never see me without my beanie/hat/other head coverings for a looooong fucking time.