Well, the inconvenience that my "golf armbow" (term of diagnostics*) was causing me to take a quick decision. Let's put it this way. I won't pop NSAID pills till I have a gastric ulcer ('cuz that's what they are known to cause). Nah, it's a real sad story, but it just wouldn't click right. So here I am, waiting for a new hook.
Anyways..
I havn't cut my hair in eight months or so, which has made me look like something like a scarecrow. My fiancé must be ashamed of being seen with me, really. So, today we went to the mall, bought a fresh Remington hair-cutting machine.
It did it's part, and it did it well! Had to snap a video when the first curl fell to the floor.
Enjoy..
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