My hairdresser, Phil, is a man of rare wit and charm.
He staffs his salon exclusively with attractive girls, knows how I take my coffee (orally) and can use words like 'equilibrium', 'meretricious' and 'notwithstanding'.
I saw him this morning. "Trust me," he said. And then gave me a mullet.
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