Fake! Teddy Roosevelt didn't have one of those
Not in a home with young boys
195 proof from a fuel alcohol still, that someone forgot to stir the mash before we started distilling. Looked as yellow as whiskey, tasted like a tire fire. Guzzled about 1/3 a pint mixed in water on a dare (the other 2/3rds was supposed to be for the other two guys but they chickened out after my reaction to drinking it). I was sick for two days. I don't remember anything from about 7pm to about 3am when I was dry heaving outside, freezing my butt off. Apparently I climbed onto the roof of our bunkhouse at one point and sang to the world. I asked how I got down because getting up there was pretty precarious, they said they though I must have fallen off. Never again.
It is all motor. It just runs on nitrous instead of gasoline
A pretty little 20 something cuts mine. She does excellent work, takes a lot of care. Entertains me talking about how “kids these days” are lazy and shiftless…she is literally my favorite haircutter of all time and all for the princely sum of $10. I always leave an extra $10 tip.
Yep. All my haircuts are self inflicted as well.
Mine are as well. My story is similar to pmclaine’s. Got my last fancy schmancy cut on the afternoon that our wise, benevolent overlord shut CO down. A month or so after that I bought a set of Oster clippers and a few different blades. So far, amortized over 3 years and being cut every other week, my price per haircut so far is about $4
I could get a good flat top on base and the surrounding shops. I bought a set of clippers for the times I didn't have a chance to get to the barber shop. When I got out I found an old guy that was great and not much more than the base barber shop. He retired two years later and I dug out the clippers and have been doing my own since. A few years ago I stopped at a shop in a nearby town. Shitty flat top and then he put some kind of vibration thing on his hand and started rubbing my shoulder. I stood up and said... That'll be enough of that. Handed him twenty and walked. A smack in the back of the head and a "Get out of my chair" would have been fine.
I can smell that picture. Not the cheese, the cow shit driving in to town.
