First, this is more urban than wilderness survival.
It's been some time since I've stepped into a ring or cage, and I let one of my friends talk me into it. I'm scheduled for a bout tonight. As I'm getting ready I decide to shave off the 12" mowhawk I've been growing and go back to just shaved. So I whip out the clippers, I get the top and sides done, and bam...poof...smoke?....no more workie.
Crap. The wife's out of town, and most of my friends are already there or out somewhere else. No one to call. All the shops are closed. Crap. crap. crap. Whip out the scissors and a razor. I was cussing those clippers for 45 minutes straight. I KNEW I should have had a backup. they were well maintained, just a little old. I shoulda spent the $16 for a redundant pair. I didn't.
Now? This dude better hope he's a striker, cause if he's a grappler and goes anywhere near my scalp (which is so lacerated it looks like a kendo practice post) I'm gonna rip his arms off and beat him with'em.
Just thought you guys might get a chuckle out of this. Peace.



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