He Must Have Brown Hair
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| November 4, 2013
(I am about five years old. My mother takes me to the barbershop. As I am having my hair cut, the barber strikes up a conversation with me.)
Barber: “So, what’s your name, little guy?”
Me: “My name’s [Name], but my dad calls me s***-head!”
(Everyone in the shop breaks out in laughter as my mother turns bright red and runs out of the shop to wait for me in the car.)
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