My new haircut.
The other day I woke up and decided that my hair was weighing my head down and it was time for a shortening so to speak. Before I came in to the station I stopped at a barber shop; wait, do we even call them that anymore? Either way I'm sure you know what I mean.
I sat down in the chair and a young lady walked over to me and began to chop away. As I sat, I began to detect a faint odor of a familiar food. What food you ask? Hamburger Helper. I took me a minute or two to realize that the smell was my hair stylists hands.
I can only conclude that she must have been grubbing some hamburger helper with her bare hands in the back before she cut my hair. It's all I could think about the rest of the day.
Stunt and Johnny were talking to me and all the while I was having flashbacks of cheese, meat and noodles being run through my hair. It's hard to come up with ideas for radio contests that don't involve taking a shower when such a traumatic event has unfolded in your recent past.
This guy is so terrifying I dare you not to cringe
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