A famous Hollywood actor went to a stylist and asked for a great haircut. The actor was going to London for a command performance and would be meeting the Queen. The stylist did his best. A few weeks later the actor returned. Back in the stylist chair, he described his trip. The flight over to England was magnificent. In London, he'd had three gorgeous days. The command performance had gone splendidly. After the show, he'd been granted a private audience with the Queen. The stylist said, "Tell me what happened, tell me!" The actor said, "The Queen leaned over to me and said, "Who gave you that lousy haircut?"

Have you had any hair-raising experiences with a barber or hairstylist? Are you a barber or hairstylist with a story you can share with us? Please do so! ; - )

The hippie finally decided to get a haircut. He was just sick and tired of falling flat on his face every time his hair got tangled up with his toes.

Anatomy Humor
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One barbershop in town put up a sign attacking the fancy salon down the street. The sign read, "Why pay forty dollars? We give haircuts for eight dollars." The salon got even by putting up a sign that read, "We repair eight-dollar haircuts!"

Money Humor
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"Young man, take a haircut; you look like a chrysanthemum."
-Pelham Grenville Wodehouse

Plant Humor
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Barbershop

When you visit the barber
And sit in his chair,
Don't squirm
Like a worm
While he's cutting your hair.

Don't shiver
And quiver
And bounce up and down.
Don't shuffle
And snuffle
And act like a clown.

Each wiggle
Will jiggle
The blades of the shears.
Clip-clip,
Clip-clip.
Those scissors can slip
And snip
Off a tip
Of one of your tender pink ears!

-Martin Gardner

Poetry Humor
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Why did the rabbit go to the barbershop?
To get a hare-cut.

Where do sheep go to get sheared?
The baa-baa shop.

Those are funny, thanks for sharing, Beaumont.

When I first met my husband I was young and had bleached my hair platinum blond. Man! Did I think I was a good-looking babe! I guess he though so too because he fell head over heals in love with me. One day he ask me what color hair was my natural color. I said brown .He said he thought I would look good with brown hair and that he like for girlâs hair to be its natural color. So I thought OK. I will dye it back brown. How ever I did not know much about dying hair and could not afford to go the beauty shop so I tackled the task on my own. I do not know if this happens with all hair but my hair came out green. Well, greenish brown. But for sure not brown like my natural color. But what could I do. On top of being a greenish color it was straight as a board so I thought getting a permanent would be a good idea.
Now just in case you don't know, I warn you not to try this on freshly bleached and dyed hair. Because you hair will turn to rubber and look very brassy and will kink up. When you try to comb through it, it will s >t >r> e> a> c> h. I was panicked and was crying. I did not know what to do all I could think of was to cut my hair really short. So there I am in the bath room cutting my hair as best I could. I looked like an Indian had scalped me. My hair was so short that I could not get my hair around the skinniest roller. Now I was really panicked. I was to have a date that night with JR. He is going to flip out! He likes long hair and now not only is my hair green but it is shorter than his flat top. I am so up set and I know when JR sees my hair he is going to make me cry.
Now it is several hours later and I am getting ready for my date. I am still crying over my hair. It is almost time for JR to pick me up. I look in the mirror. Oh gad I hate my hair! I get dressed and then think I know I will just put a scarf over my hair. Well that does not look too bad. I am ready. The doorbell rings. I open the door and greet JR. He does not say anything about my scarf or hair. We get in the car and start to drive off. Just down the road he asks, what is with the scarf? I said, donât ask. He again asks, what is with the scarf? Why do you have a scarf on your head? I said, I donât want to talk about it .You will get mad or you will laugh. I am not taking it off. JR just drives not saying anything. We get to a restaurant, park and get out and go in. We sit down and he says take that scarf off. I shook my head no. He gets a bit miffed and huffs and leans back in his chair and again looking angry and says, Take the stupid scarf off. I say, OK but you promise you wonât laugh or say anything bad. He says Just take it off. So the unveiling takes place. For about one half seconds JR says nothing and then he says in a loud voice what the hell did you do! My eyes fill with tears. JR says, what happened to your hair? I am blubbering and trying to say, it is all your fault. Then I start the whole story. He can hardly understand what I am trying to say because I am crying and blubbering and he stops me right in the middle of the story and says, â PUT THE SCARF BACK ONâ!
Do I need to say more? My hair did grow back out and JR said many times after that, how he loved my long natural brown hair. He would tell people donât you think her hair is pretty it is all natural. I never did dye my hair again. And to this day I have long brown hair. JR is no long in the picture and I am now 64 years old and that old gray is starting to show. I wonder should I cover up the gray or just let nature take its course.

Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair-stylist you like.

Life And Living Humor
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Hair raising experience?

I was blonde (dyed) then try to go back to my usual brown

It came out black

went to go visit my mom, got off the bus at the Greyhound bus station and she walked right past me, zip....no recognition