Where the Kids Come to Mouth Off

[Oliver_Wendell_Ramone]

So I went to my local hipster barbershop over the lunch hour, more or less (and may I say, I look positively dashing, except for the occasional bit of freshly-clipped hair on my collar or in my ear). Much to my disappointment, they have replaced the free can of PBR with Miller High Life, also in a can. PBR kicks Miller's ass in a shitty American beer battle.

I was also extremely distracted by my rather gutter-mouthed suicide grrl haircutter chick. She was, as expected, well pierced and tatooed. She also had really big tits; nice ones, at that. And she was wearing a black tanktop. Right there, it's pretty hard not to stare. But it gets worse. She sported a large tatoo running from roughly her collar bone to, perhaps, the center point of her ample cleavage. It looked something like this:
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Edited to note that I can't get the visual to work here; picture an arrow head-shaped series of black bars heading to a point in the middle of her chest.

Okay, that's a bit crocked, but you get the idea. Pretty much a yellow-brick road (actually black, of course) leading directly to her tits. Which, as I've mentioned, were impressive to begin with. I don't think there is any way not to stare.

She gives a good haircut, though.