Usually when this time rolls around, I'd get a haircut. But I've been so disappointed with my last several haircut experiences (the one where they cut only one side of my head, the time I went to the shop whose most recent magazine was from 1987, and the time I walked to the place and it was really cold), that I decided I'd try something new. I briefly considered a more professional salon, but I don't like their prices or their sneers. I thought about cutting my own hair, but then I realized that I would suck at it.
So I found myself on the Interweb looking for some alternative haircut options, and I decided that I'm going to sign up for the world's only lemur barber. He lives in Madagascar, and he only does one appointment every year. And it's free! I don't know how long the waiting list is, but I'm willing to wait as long as it takes.
Next time you see me, I may have had my hair cut by this fella.
You know, I don't think I emphasized that whole thing about the lemur barber enough. Allow me to reiterate. I'm going to Madagascar to get my hair cut by a lemur. That's really what this post was about--getting my hair cut by a lemur in his home country. You should really just ignore those first two paragraphs and think about a lemur cutting my hair.
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