Zoomerang96
ONE love, blood, life
"red ships of spain! red ships of spain! RED SHIPS OF SPAIN!" repeatedly screamed the radio over and over again. on this day, however, the man with the yellow hat didn't seem to mind.
he strolled into the barber shop, everything black and white and asked the man with the scissors to kindly shave his face - save for the cheeks.
the sideburns and goatee area he wanted gone - the cheeks, for a reason as yet to be decided by the author of this thread, were to be left alone. and like he had come accustomed to, as it was said, it was done.
next, he asked for his head to be shaved
no problem, thought the barber.
"but oh, would you mind leaving the neck hair? the wife likens it to a collar, a male necklace if you will."
"no sir, that i can not."
"do it," insisted the client coldy, "and let the english see you do it."
such brave logic befuddled the barber and he reluctantly agreed to leave the neck area of its hair.
after paying the chap with the cutters, he looked him in the eye and said "you will be the one escaping."
the man with the yellow hat proceed to walk away with a smile on his face, hair on his neck, and a sense of renewed confidence.
"tis life," he sighed as he walked down the busy nyc sidewalk. "i got it made."
he strolled into the barber shop, everything black and white and asked the man with the scissors to kindly shave his face - save for the cheeks.
the sideburns and goatee area he wanted gone - the cheeks, for a reason as yet to be decided by the author of this thread, were to be left alone. and like he had come accustomed to, as it was said, it was done.
next, he asked for his head to be shaved
no problem, thought the barber.
"but oh, would you mind leaving the neck hair? the wife likens it to a collar, a male necklace if you will."
"no sir, that i can not."
"do it," insisted the client coldy, "and let the english see you do it."
such brave logic befuddled the barber and he reluctantly agreed to leave the neck area of its hair.
after paying the chap with the cutters, he looked him in the eye and said "you will be the one escaping."
the man with the yellow hat proceed to walk away with a smile on his face, hair on his neck, and a sense of renewed confidence.
"tis life," he sighed as he walked down the busy nyc sidewalk. "i got it made."
this story is making me sleepy.
erotic.
