Not the baseball player, the barber.

In addition to giving a damn fine haircut, Tony is one funny motherfucker. After we ate lunch at Angel's today my partner insisted on stopping at Supercuts so he could get his hair cut. Personally, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that shit anymore. But anyway, we went into the shop and he starts cutting this goof's hair. Tony says, "How you want this shit, like Brad Pitt?" My partner says, "That's cool." Tony says, "Yeah, I know. All y'all whiteboys wanna look like Brad Pitt."

When he finished, he spun my partner around facing the mirror and said, "See that? You look just like Brad Pitt. You need to go out this weekend and get you an Angelina Jolie. Maybe a Chinese baby too."

Check Tony out at Supercuts at Roosevelt and Ashland.

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Ecclesiastes 5:8

I trust your reviews of a barber as much as Karen Carpenter's review of a restaurant.

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O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.

Charlie Brown's father was a barber.

That's probably a good idea.

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Ecclesiastes 5:8