You know momma always said there would be days like this. I was in the middel of some extreamly stressful relationship issues, I had just bit my tongue pretty bad. I was having a mental breakdown, (this was pre-zoloft, in fact I think it was the night I gave in and asked for help. At any rate my head was itching like a flea ridden dog, but I was out of my nizarol, so I just decided to shave my head. Of course half way through it my clippers broke and at 10pm with nobody else avalible I had to go from store to store 3 times till I found a friggin' K-mart with clippers. I ended it all by clipping a mole off and nearly bleeding to death!

Now if that ain't funny then I don't know what is.