At The Barbershop

In days gone by American men went to the barbershop for their basic grooming needs. It was a ritual of sorts, if placed within the context of postmodern neo-primitive spirituality, a “male mystery.” There American men gathered at the barbershop, bonded with each other, and “talked of affairs,” largely irregardless of their relative social position or beliefs.

This could, if this ritual had survived to the modern day, have led to some interesting conversations…

George Bush and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the same barber shop.

As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics.

As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Obama in his chair reached for the aftershave.

Obama was quick to stop him saying, No thanks, my wife Michelle will smell that and think Ive been in a whorehouse.

The second barber turned to Bush and said, How about you, sir?

Bush replied, Go ahead. My wife doesnt know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.

Yep. It might have led to some odd exchanges indeed. 😉

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One Response to “At The Barbershop”

  1. cmblake6 Says:

    D’OH!!!!!!!!!

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