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Losing the Senescence Lottery

May 12, 2009 at 10:26 pm

or, Overheard at the Barber Shop:

Patron [looking down at bib]: What the hell?

Barber: {snip snip snip}

Patron: Where did all these white hairs come from?

Barber: {snip snip snip}

Patron: Is that the sun bleaching my hair?

Barber: {snip snip snip}

Patron: I mean, it's the sun, right?  That can't be my hair turning white.

Barber: You want to know the truth?

Patron: Not when you put it like that.

Barber #2:  You're old, man.

 

Comments

TEngland May 13, 2009 at 9:01 pm
An you're not, eh, Ian, is that what you're saying? Well, here's an old man's response: [bronx cheer]
Ian May 13, 2009 at 9:14 pm
You'll notice I slyly avoided identifying the patron in the above exchange.
May 24, 2009 at 4:32 pm
I thought it sounded like an exchange between Sean Connery and God.
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