The Baron works with this guy (well, not really works, more sits around and issues unpredictable and often violently sexual edicts with) who gets his hair cut every Friday and just kind of hangs out.
What the hell do they do other than hair streamlining?
The Baron thinks, nay is sure that the conversations all follow this format:
1. Detailing of how much ass the week sucked.
2. Affirming that everyone is glad it's Friday.
3. Summary of how many drinks everyone plans to have later.
4. Frank discussion of advancements in vagina studies.
For instance:
Guy1: Man work sure sucked some raunchy ass this week. I'm still pulling dingle berries out of my teeth you guys!
Guy2: I hear that buddy! My boss just about broke his leg off in my asshole.
Guy3: I almost got fired. God I want to kill my boss. What a fucking assmaster!
Barber: At least it's Friday y'all.
Guy1: Amen to that!
Guy2: The world is our oyster boys!
Guy3: I'm going to have like 300 beers.
Barber: Why stop at beer? For me it's Beer-Black Label-Beer-Black Label until I can't fuckin see straight.
Guy1: I might just drink like 3 bottles of red wine, watch some True Detective and hit the hay.
Guy2: There's this new chick at work. And man let me tell you, I'd love to get a look at her vagina!
Guy3: Go on...
Barber:.........
Guy 1: She got a big ass?
Guy2: Oh yeah, barely fits in her jeans, we're talking bubble factor 5 y'all.
Barber: I love me some big asses. But pussy really takes the cake for me.
Guy3: God, I might have to add a little porn to the mix tonite, whiskey dick be damned!
Guy1: Sweet lord I love vagina......!
Barber: Then we're agreed gentleman. See y'all next week.
I mean is The Baron right or what?
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