Edgar Haircut Funny Novels & Stories

"Using vulgar words again! What's with the street manners?" I mocked him and even stuck my tongue out. I pushed in front of him a tupperware with only rice and calderita. "Eat that. Don't worry. It's not poisonous," I then rolled my eyeballs. He looked at me badly. "Why did you cut your hair? You look ugly." "They started falling off so I cut them off. I'm just waiting for me to go bald," I answered indifferently and took a bite of food.

Feeling balanced, I let go of my hands and caught up with Edmund. "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.

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.

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.

edwardo explained "what "i yelled "Why" i asked "Because i dont want to be seeing those hair about" "What if it enters my food" he asked "Thats because i misplaced my ribbon"i replied "Well why didnt you get a new one" he asked at i starred at him agape I looked at the man he invited to give me a hair cut and back to him Are you kidding me "Did i ever tell you what happened to the lady that cut my hair when i was little"i said starring at the zain guy in the eyes

Hearing that, she slightly hesitated if it is really okay to dig about the chewing gum incident. "It wasn't that bad at first. I swear I can really pluck it out! But idiot Edgar tripped his feet on his own and his palm landed on the top of his head causing the bubble gum to stick into his hair even more. The Alpha found out about it and was very furious. Then Hunter entered and suggested that we should cut his hair. A little cut won't make it obvious however... Hunter sneezed while holding the scissor. In conclusion, he accidentally cut our Alpha’s hair very short." Maxine blinked her eyes. She could imagine everything she heard and in the middle of preventing herself from laughing. In a tho

With a soft snap, my brown, curly hair fell to the ground, revealing the bald scalp beneath. Everyone in the café froze, and Craig and Eden were both in shock. "Why did you shave your head?" Craig, unsure of how to handle the unexpected scene, paused before asking. "Are you crazy? Don't you care about your appearance anymore?" His voice was filled with confusion and anger, and his words echoed loudly in the café. The other customers looked on, stunned by the sudden outburst. Eden, standing beside him, had a look of triumph in her eyes. Her tone dripped with disdain as she sneered. "What's your game this time, Cindy Larson? Are you trying to make a statement like those who shave their heads f

Alex Waking up later than usual, I scratch my long beard and look in the mirror. I’m not so bad, I say to myself. At 6’4”, I’m taller than most men and thanks to my hockey background I have a solid foundation of thick muscles. Those boys had no business calling me ‘Quarter Pounder’ last night, I work out nearly every day. My hair is starting to turn silver, but the salt and pepper isn't bothering me. I could use a haircut though. Going into the playoffs, the team agreed this year to refrain from cutting their hair or beards in a superstitious ritual. This was the first year I played along, letting my locks go wild. Considering our victory, I guess I’ll be growing it out next year, as

Ted nodded, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. He whispered, “I hope you didn’t go over hugging him and crying.” I shook my head way too hard. “Of course not. Ted, I heard everything you said and I’m absolutely sticking to the script.” A smile. A lie. Same thing. Ted let out a relieved breath. “That’s good.” Then his brows drew together. “What happened to your hair?” Shit. My hand flew to my head as I casually unraveled the messy bun I’d thrown it into.