That One Guy And That One Girl From Sports Clips

Hey guys(or gals, or its, or any of u from my large fan base on Krypton), welcome back once again...i know its been a while since my last post(like 72 hours...when running the usual 60-minute hours, 60-second minutes, and(heres the kicker) 30-second half-minutes), and i apologize for those of u who bought or rented blog-reading mittens(mittens used for blog-reading exclusively...cuz theres no such thing as cold weather...*Alaskan native stops reading*) especially for wednesday(warning: not pronounced like it looks) and thursday(warning lifted)...those of u who are thinking that i took a 72-hour vacation(possibly to Cabo...we all remember the 4-second vacation), u are not quite 100%(maybe like 96%) right...i simply just couldn't find enough time in that 4320 minutes to write a post in here(/i dont give a poop about u)(*blog determination coach stops reading, quits job, and quits life*...hes been walking a tight rope for years...bless his heart...to be continued...maybe)...
...Sports Clips...the all-holy fortress of treacherous mixtures of men with need of head-bush trimming, sports, mini-televisions, women with head-bush trimming skills, awkward stadium seating, that one guy in the waiting area, and that one chick... first off, let us begin with "that one guy in the waiting area"(formerly known as "man with beige shirt")...theres almost always that ONE guy in the waiting area that goes against the unspoken("no speaky!!!") code of "no casual or formal or, and gawd help us all, sexual speakage"(refer to Code #42 in your "Unspoken Sports Clips Codes Handbook")...none of us "Code Followers/Worshippers" like this man at all...Signs that U may have encountered said man: conveys a less than moderate knowledge of sports, is pretty jumpy(up arrow), right ear pierced(*u know what sirens sound*), isnt a guy that u would be willing allow babysit your child or a fellow acquaintances pet iguana(that was dead), and isnt following the rules(shame shame)...i was just lucky enough to have around a 40-minute(2400 seconds) wait to get my head bush trimmed while in this mans prescence(*chills*)...i spent most of the time acting like i was texting(i typed numbers 1-100, and just kinda randomly hit buttons after that...i did get a few actual text messages..."how special am i")...the guy that came in right before me actually got kinda fed up(from the dude) and just left(*silent giggles*)...soon after that, i was finally called back to get my haircut...and guess who was finally going to trim my head bush...(suspense)...
...now i would like to tell u about "that one girl" from Sports Clips...she cuts hair...and shes the one thats hot...nuff said right? *every dude reading this goes "ohhhh yeeeaaahhh!"*...shes been workin' at the joint for quite a while...sooo many times(maybe 4...maybe) have i(as opposed to U) ended up being the guy right(as opposed to left) before(as opposed to...just kidding...as opposed to being serious...:D) or after her turn...i can remember this one time where this dude was gettin' trimmed by her and was uber-flirting(which is, in fact, against code #314 in the "Unspoken Sports Clips Codes Handbook"), and...she wasnt buying into it...at all...i gotta kick out of it...my Algebra 2 textbook has more game than that...and its...made by McDougal Littell("i sense a textbook company joke")...so i, being the respectful man i am(cue lame "self-supportive" election ad), did not flirt with her at all...i simply enjoyed my head bush trim...AND my free shampoo and head massage(*i bask in my glory*) :O...


"i don't necessarily think "outside the box"...i just have loads of crazy fun times inside my own"-Me

(*i break code #42 AND #314 in the "Unspoken Sports Clips Codes Handbook"*) :D