A few days ago, my fiance said something that initially delighted me:
“I think I need you to cut my hair pretty soon”.
Tonight was that night.
He told me that he wanted to look like Brad Pitt from the movie “Fury” and I found multiple tutorials. My favourite pronounced it “Furry”, which would be a remarkably different movie.
After buying a new razor, assembling all possible supplies and abstaining from drinking any of the delicious wine my fiance was enjoying, I was finally ready.
Anyway, he has a mohawk now.