The Horror!

Disclaimer: This post will only be funny to people born in 1970 or before. Perhaps not even then.

I took a bad beat at the barber shop this weekend. He cut me too short on the top, so that my hair sticks up. My only recourse is to push it straight back and shallack it down with gel, which is, at best, half a solution. Furthermore, he left it too long on the sides leaving me with serious "poof hair" potential.

I just caught a look at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Slap a gold chain on me and I'm Denny Friggin' Terrio.

I've got Dance Fever, baby!