I had my first haircut on Saturday… and my second one on Sunday. There’s a reason for this – let me explain. Bascially, it’s because of my mom’s love for my curls. For some reason, I have curly hair – only in the back. So, as I was getting my first haircut, mom begged the person (reason for vague pronoun below) to leave the curls. When I woke up the next morning, the curls were flattened by my sleep and we all realized that I had a little business-in-the-front-party-in-the-back going on. Yes, I had a limply curled mullet. After a few good laughs at my expense, mom and dad took me to dad’s barber to “trim the tail.” And off it went.

Tail-less,

Cooper

P.S. Doesn’t everyone get their first haircut from a 6’2” transvestite?