You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine... Cut the hair Elvis. The blog has been seriously all shook up. But then again, you ain't nothing but a hound dog and with your running blue suede shoes, I'm sure you're going to be loving me tender anyway. Here's to seeing you at the top of the jailhouse rock soon.
Are you guys trying to tell me I should run Napa Valley dressed as Elvis and go for the Guinness World record?
You look really happy.
That's 5 and a half months of growth...I'm a little sad it's gone.
My man... I can easily throw something your way to let your hair grow and then cut it to the Mohawk again. Just let me know when you're in. My barber, my gel, my money. Mac Forest 50 seems cool. A-stem man.
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