Recent Effluvia:

So I went to get my hair cut. I go to a female stylist. Before you make any metrosexual jokes, let me explain my rationale. My belief is, I always go to a female stylist, preferably one that looks like the type of woman I’d want to sleep with. They are most likely to make me look like the type of man they would like to sleep with. If not, I at least have a hot woman playing with my head and not a creepy old man that smells like Aqua Velva.

Long story short, I am waiting for my stylist to be freed up when my girlfriend nudges me to look up. There’s a stylist bending over in tacky leopard print pants. Tank top too small, so her entire padded bra is showing. But here’s the killer, and I wish it showed up in the picture. I would expect a thong hanging out, but no. She topped it. Backless panties and entire ass crack exposed. Klassy.

Then I noticed what the stylist to the right of her was wearing.