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bad haircuts (for a laugh)


everybody needs to laugh.  one good way i have found to make that happen is to do a simple google image search for 'bad haircut.'  when you do so, some of the following gems show up.  thankfully, my 9th grade school picture does NOT show up.  otherwise, it would certianly make this list!  please laugh freely and without inhibition.  thank you and have a nice day. 


















Comments

Mary said…
wow-za
cathyq said…
oh, my! Good thing nobody has my second grade school picture
Emoly said…
yup, that makes all my elementary school photos look "normal". And since perms were involved... well you can imagine.

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