Shot in Cleveland
That would be the TV sitcom of my life should I re-locate to that city. Me, the guy with his belt up under his armpits yelling at those pesky hotties, “get those walkers off my lawn!” When I would go get a hair cut, it would be just that, one hair is all that’s left to cut unless you count eyebrow hair which is for some mysterious reason, a virtual rain forest. Forget the warning about something lasting longer than four hours, that’s three hours and fifty-five minutes longer than my attention... Sign in to see full entry.