Getting shaggy. Time for a haircut. "Tippy" needs one too, but clearly she isn't interested today. Better check the mail before I go. Bills = Heading for the manly truck. Arr Arr Arrrrr. Daughter Katy wants to get her haircut. She says "nice to meet you, ss.org" It's a hair salon. It's a laundromat. Uh oh... Good thing we're customers. Just to be sure, we'll go into the "salon" entrance. The lovely Brooke, Weilder of the sharp-thingies. The chair looks suspiciously inviting... Uh... What the fuck do you think you're doing with those?! Hmm. Shouldn't those be trimming my neck at the end? Feels a little breezy in here. Is the AC up too high? Mohawk time, bitches! Fuck yeah. But wait.... ... I had to stop here for pictures before moving on.... ...towards the end of my haircut. Hmm. I feel naked. Time for a break while Kate gets her hair cut. Getting ready for stage 2. No reason to stop now. Let's fucking DO THIS RIGHT. If I look stoned, it's because any sudden movements may result in loss of blood. Just chillin'. Obligatory metal pose. Back is ready too. Hungry. Must stop by the mall for some grindage, buuuuuuddy. Must be Flaming Wok. Chinese food must be Administered to my stomach. Hmmm. choices. Lo Mein for me, thanks. Aaaaand some Bourbon Chicken. Chinese restaurant owner VERY suspicious about pictures. No understand meaning of "pic story". Looks at me like I'm stealing trade secrets. Ah, back home at last. Time to punish my stomach for being empty so long. Of course the fucking cat hardly moved the whole 2 hours we were gone.