Postmodern Grooming Technique

[Monkey_Driven]

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I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

[spike]

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I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

Tell us more.

[Jorge]

And make sure to use this: [progress][/progress]

[Monkey_Driven]

[progress][/progress]

I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

Tell us more.

Should I livestream the first shave?

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[wease]

[progress][/progress]

I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

Tell us more.

Should I livestream the first shave?

[progress][/progress]

Absolutely you should.

[Monkey_Driven]

[progress][/progress]

I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

Tell us more.

Should I livestream the first shave?

[progress][/progress]

Absolutely you should.

perv

[spike]

[progress][/progress]

I bought a new bald head trimmer.

can you use it in the shower? that's the dream right there

Yes

Tell us more.

Should I livestream the first shave?

[progress][/progress]

Make, model, review?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

in montana?

[dad]

will they use sheep shears?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

did you get the Jamie Tartt?

[Bammer]

I got my hair cut shorter today than it’s been in like 7 years.

[spike]

Thinning out on top?

[spike]

The urge to shave off my beard has been strong lately as it’s graying all unevenly and looks kinda weird atm. My wife of 16 years has never seen me without one.

[bart]

I just did that, my kids are completely outraged

[wease]

The urge to shave off my beard has been strong lately as it’s graying all unevenly and looks kinda weird atm. My wife of 16 years has never seen me without one.

Well you have to do it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I never saw my dad without a mustache until after i left home and was an adult. I remember coming home and seeing him for the first time, it was disturbing

[wease]

Which is more unsettling, seeing someone without facial hair that has had it for so long no one remembers them without it, or seeing someone WITH facial hair that has never had it as long as you’ve known them?

[spike]

Which is more unsettling, seeing someone without facial hair that has had it for so long no one remembers them without it, or seeing someone WITH facial hair that has never had it as long as you’ve known them?

Definitely the former.