002 - In which Howl has a dire emergency.

[likepaleglass]

A state of most dire emergency:

I am in need of a hairdresser. Immediately.

Barring that, the nearest Avon lady and a drugstore.

Comments

[legberjack]

Oi, faggot! You even realize what shitty decade they have us in?! You better like pomade!

...Forget that, what the fuck is an avon?

[likepaleglass]

When you find a larger vocabulary, please feel free to reply.

[legberjack]

Pft, ain't you proper. What's it like breaking down over fashion like a woman?

[likepaleglass]

If you don't know what Avon is, that seems like a problem to me.

[legberjack]

I have better things to do than to waste my time on shitty womens' products, you know? Sounds like some goddamn distraction for lonely housewives. Ain't my job, you know? Town takes me for a barber, I ain't dealing with weeping lady types.

[likepaleglass]

Truly, my friend, you live a hard life. There's rarely anything so intimate as the relationship a woman has with her hairstylist -- and there you stand, in a prime position.

[legberjack]

Oi, I have my hands full taking care of one impatient woman, the hell would I want to listen to gossip all day? Shit in this town is boring as it is.

[likepaleglass]

Indeed, a rough existence.

It could always, I suppose, be worse.