A Classic Post

I am chatting and yapping about the new barber or bar bar the elephant. Anyways, yes a new haircutter. My whole life, its been a terrifying experience. I never felt old enough or macho enough to speak up. Never did the chit chat and always went a lone.
They Gay barber tommy, in his big gay al way, gave me the best cut and confidence, but he left, and many a year passed.
Now Humphrey Bogart, here was a guy, like James, who could go in for one cut, and make family.
In ninetenen fourty six, bogey knew who cut his hair, and ladies and gentlmen, in two thousand and six, DOC, Marty, Punch IT, no yes, two thousand and six, chuck has a hair cutter, around the corner, open late, and on the way home from the train. I torture him by keeping his shop open late, its a local place, and its funny i could go in on a saturday.
But he has all new york city posters every where, giant flat screen and min screen tvs, and it plays mtv2 all day.
Then when i am there, its turned off, bitch about rap, and this is the kicker.
Two people ahead of me, and when i come in you get offered a free beer.

That is england for ya.

So hair cuts are good, food is getting better, and I am off on a cruise.

As Ozzy said,

I will see ya. See yah on the other side.