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I love getting my hair cut. Or should I say, I love my uber-gay, cute, young hair stylist. Here are just a few of the things we, or should I say “he” talked about:

Last week he went out to “tie one on” and we were driven home by a man with NO legs. I can’t really remember how the guy actually drove and I don’t remember a wheel chair.

Have you ever taken 800 mg of ibuprofen? It’s so great and if you have it with a few drinks it’s craaaazy.

In response to a man at the bar coming on to him he said, “I didn’t order tea. Please get your bag away from me.

And finally he looked at me and said,

Last night I had a BAD make-out. It was with a close friend and he couldn’t kiss. His tongue kept coming in and out in and out in and out like a little poker…it just isn’t going to work.

Oh John…I love you, but keep your hands off my husband.

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