Edgar Haircut Funny Novels & Stories

With a knowing look, I tell them. Ed raises his arms in the air, "Okay, you're correct. You and walking dead weren't our worst nightmares." "Once, we were hired by someone, and her hair was so bad that I had to grab my mini chainsaw." Faviano says, which causes my mouth to drop open. "She eventually broke it, so I shaved her entire head and demanded to be paid extra." Ed notices my expression and speaks up, "Don't be concerned, honey. In any case, she was a TBB."

"Edmund is ugly! No! I mean he is handsome but cruel! Edmund is a heartless bastard!" I scoff at Edmund, go past this unlucky jerk, and laugh at him. When else can you make fun of Edmund like this? Of course, he's not the only one who can mock me. "Fuck!" I immediately cursed when that damn Edmund pulled my hair to make my balance unstable. Lucky, I reflexively restrained my body from the attack of the ugly boss. "Sir!" I chased after Edmund, who was cycling leisurely. He spreads his hands while closing his eyes. I can see as another figure, like a child.

Seeing as the front is shorter than the back, he definitely needs a haircut. “You should get a haircut,” I tell him, looking up to see his face in the mirror only to find him looking at me. The look on his face was not a sad one, but it was not a happy one either. His expression was similar to what I would put on if I was about to say something to my parents and I know they wouldn’t like it. “Why? You think I’ll look great bald?” He says after a while with a smirk. I laugh shortly.

Apparently, Keanu once spent hours trying to convince their father that their dog could speak English and got hugely let down. Another time, he decided to cut his own hair because he thought the barber made him look like a mushroom. He hacked off chunks in the bathroom mirror and then tried to glue some of it back when he realized how bad it looked. "Dad had to shave his head completely and he refused to leave the house for a week and wore a hoodie everywhere." She burst out laughing, and the image of Keanu completely bald made me join in. None of the stories matched the controlled, intimidating man I had come to know.

I laughed as I remembered that. — Your employee, Diego, so now you know that despite being a terrible detective, he's also a terrible stylist — I said, laughing, realizing that my hair had been badly cut, and since three months had passed since that prank, my hair had grown a bit, making the mistake more noticeable.

Fortunately, my hair is dry in a messy bun. "You smile..." I pointed the camera at him but the fool only glanced and focused his attention on the road. I smiled and took pictures of the two of us. Only my facial expressions and poses are different while Edmund remained grim. I even untied my hair to make it more 'dramatic.' I thought something silly so that my face seemed brighter than the sunshine outside. I mentally laughed at myself. I loosened the strap of my gladiator sandals, which immediately made Edmund frown.

Edgar was by my side in seconds. He blocked the dirty looking fool’s attack, and then in one swift move, took off his hand clean, the wolf growled in pain, but didn't give up. “Death to his majesty!” He ran towards Edgar. Edgar’s eyes glinted a bright yellow, and then he swung, decapitating the wolf. The Wolf that was beneath my feet writhed then began to laugh. “Doom is coming for you and your traitor king.” He laughed, and then before I could stop him took a dagger from nowhere and stabbed himself in the neck…

Johnny bravo sneers, His nostrils flaring in anger. “You think you are?” I shoot back “He’s got a mouth on him.” the one with the bad haircut nods his head in my direction. “ I know he talks back a lot” I turn my attention to him “and I think you’ve got a bad haircut and need a refund from your barber. Maybe new friends too” The whole table goes quiet. Well I guess I’m not that funny. “Shut your mouth.” He snaps. Clenching his jaw so hard, causing a vein to pop out on his forehead. His haircut looks even worse now.