Nasty Hairdresser

I am a modern guy, I like looking good. That is why I do not do this whole mustache thing in this November too. I really support the whole prostate cancer awareness thing, and I am wholely behind the idea of spreading knowledge of the various dangers of prostate cancer, and all cancer for that matter. Grow a mustache if you want, and support the Movember movement right now and get yourself checked out!

But for more lightful matters, I am said in the first paragraph that I want to look good all day, everyday. So I am a regular guest at the hairdressers, because my hair is one of my best qualities I think. I was voted best hair once in the high school graduation book and I was so proud man, so proud. So I have this little saloon where apprentice hairdressers do their thing, and there were always new and talented rookies there for cheap. This time it was a gorgeous and busty blonde. She greeted me and I sat down in her chair, facing the mirror but looking at her through it. She started my haircut, I said was I wanted and she started chatting with me about the weather and stuff. But when she was doing the front of my hair her blouse and her massive boobs were wiggleing in front of my face. It was the best haircut of my life, it is always a pleasure to meet tasty babes like this!