Yes sir, it happens to the best of us at some time in our life. The hair on our heads decides to migrate to some other region of our bodies. It’s been on the head long enough, and it’s time to move on out of the crowd. Grown tired of being in the thick of things. Some of it will totally jump ship. While others will take a long journey, but stay on board somewhere. Then a few not so adventurous souls, who don't want to stray too far from home, will give it a try out there on the ears. Where it’s not so crowded, it's a little more airy, it's new place to call home, and it comes with a nice view.... For everyone to see.
Anyway, enough of the trial, and tribulations of maturing.
Anyone here whipping those ear hairs off with a straight, and the bravado of Zorro, and I’m just being a sissy?
For some inexplicable reason, I can’t seem to find the courage to do it. Well, that’s not entirely true, I’ve gone after a few, but chicken out pretty quick. It just seems like a bloodletting waiting to happen.
So let’s hear it. How are the rest of you brave straight razor shaving gentlemen handling those pesky little deserters?
Anyway, enough of the trial, and tribulations of maturing.
Anyone here whipping those ear hairs off with a straight, and the bravado of Zorro, and I’m just being a sissy?
For some inexplicable reason, I can’t seem to find the courage to do it. Well, that’s not entirely true, I’ve gone after a few, but chicken out pretty quick. It just seems like a bloodletting waiting to happen.
So let’s hear it. How are the rest of you brave straight razor shaving gentlemen handling those pesky little deserters?