The Disease..

*This post is dedicated to all the victims that have been affected by this horribly addicting disease*

We have been diagnosed with CLS:

{Compulsive Liars Syndrome}

It started out simple.

small exaggerations.
Throughout our childhood stories & timeless tales...

lets just say it escalated quickly.

now it is uncontrollable & unstoppable.

It is now second nature for us.

Take for instance:
Cutting Hair...

We may or may not have said that we were,
Quote:
"Expert hair stylists"

We have had one lesson, involving young boys whose mothers made them sit through this session against their own will & watched a 20 minute tutorial on YouTube.
We were destined for greatness, right??
Right.

So...needless to say we hyped ourselves up.
Gloating about how we do it all the time,
How much our customers love their hairstyles,
& why we have never cut their hair.
Putting them in a slight guilt trip by saying,
"You needed a hair cut & you went to someone else?? We are offended."

Then followed by the few moments of the silent treatment.

They mutter under their breath & say, "okay next time."

Keep in mind,
We do not charge a single penny for these hair cuts...
That my friends is a red flag all on its own.

Not thinking that they would actually agree to have scissors close to their eyeballs & other necessary facial features, while in the hands of...well...
us.
They would be absolutely bonkers if they would literally let us cut their hair.
But,they oddly enough agree & await patiently for their next hair cut.

The most recent of these so called, "hair cuts" was done to one of our dear friends.
He needed his final haircut before going to serve an LDS Mission for 2 years.

We gave him the whole ordeal on how professional & experienced we were.
He bought it.
Next thing you know he is sitting in the kitchen of Veramitch's home.
His hair in between our fingers.
Meat scissors in the other.

We started taking off a little piece here & there.
Taking our sweet time.
Every stroke was done with the most perfect of ease.

After 2 hours of cutting, trimming, & shaving,
we were done.
We took a step back to admire our job well done.
It was incredible.

A MASTERPIECE.

We happily & faithfully handed him a mirror...
He started to cry.
not tears of happiness & graditude.

Tears of "What have you done to me??"

The outcome of this haircut was what we like to call an
"Unintensional Bowl Cut"

All we could say to him was,

"At least we cut the right areas."

&&&&&

"At least we didn't do it in reverse."

Lets just say, in 2 weeks he will forgive us, & be our friend once again.
But for now....
Accept the fact that bowl cuts are making a comeback.
so...
if you are interested, you know where to find us.

& if you dont want your hair cut...
We can always lower your ears.



We are individualists, we do what we want.