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On a steel horse I ride.

The SysmTwins needed haircuts. They were looking a little too Jim Carrey from "Dumb and Dumber". The three of us, and their older brother, Flipper, were sitting on benches at the cheapie chain hair cut joint, waiting for their turn. The boys have no vanity. None. Asked how they wanted their hair cut, they looked at me with an expression of "I can't even see my hair, what do I care what it looks like?"

The radio in the place was tuned to one of those "hot mix" type stations, playing "the (shittiest) music from the 80's, 90's and today!"

The guy next to me was moving his whole body, keeping time to the music. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and waited for the next song to come on. Anything. Anything.

When the song ended, Flipper turned to me and asked, "Who sang that song? I liked it."

(cue the sound of my heart breaking).

"Bon Jovi"  I replied, in the weakest voice possible.

"Can you download that song for me so I can listen to it at home?"

Tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Come on. We've got to go."

I cut the twins hair at home. I will not have my children exposed to Bon Jovi. A man's got standards. And the twins have shitty haircuts.
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7:20 PM

You are so the best daddy evar.

And I would totally cut the SysmTwins' hair for free anytime. No Bon Jovi. Promise.    



7:55 PM

my bff vixen (you met her) does a FAB cowgirl burlesque to that song.    



8:26 AM

I can't believe a man can't get his sons hair cuts without exposing them to environmental hazards.

There outta be a law.

On the bright side, it could've been El Debarge.

"In the heat of the rhythm of the night..."    



9:36 AM

I have a large, conical device in the lab that shears the scalp with self-sharpening exposed rotor blades while attached Scottish bagpipes blast battlefield marches into the ears using reverse-vacuum technology. It's not really calibrated to the child-sized head, but bring over the sysmidgets and we'll give it a whirl. Just a temporizing measure until you find yourself a respectable barber, mind you, but I'm sure it will be far less traumatizing than the Bon Jovi exposure.    



12:07 PM

Remember when we used to park
on Butler Street out in the dark?
Remember when we lost the keys?
And you lost more than that in my backseat?!?    



4:18 PM

I don't understand this post.    



7:26 PM

Bon Jovi is just horrible. Good for you.    



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