so i'm swallowing my masculinity (as much as that sounds like i'm snowballing, i'm not) tonight and going to a stylist for my hair. the same stylist that shayna uses, aka, shayna's new bff, scott. now i can't help it but everytime i think about it i keep seeing that scene from the rock when anthony clark is getting ready to cut john mason's (sean connery) hair and they're flipping through his tools deciding which ones he can and cannot use. actually the whole scene keeps going through my head.

fbi agent: you the barber?
anthony: no, stylist.
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fbi agent: just clippers no scissors.
anthony: no scissors?! you've got to be kidding no scissors! i mean did they tell picasso no brush?
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anthony: this is nasty. who did this to you?
mason: it's some kind of grunge thing.
anthony: well it's certainly some kind of thing. do you think we have enough time for protein pack?
fbi agent: no.