Oh! Can I Have a B**w Job Please?
I was thirteen and it was the day of my middle school graduation. Woo hoo! The entire day was spent doing 'girly' things with my mom. Lunch, shopping, the nail salon, and finally, the hairdresser's. Since it was a bit of a special day, we went to one of the more exclusive salons. That day, I had decided to get a trim and a few highlights and my mother was getting her roots done and her hair re-la
So, we both got our hair done and then it came down to styling. Earlier, I had heard my mother talking to the hairdresser and she'd asked for her hair to be blown out. Well, that's not quite what I heard.
When my hairdresser asked me, in front of my mother, what I wanted to do with my hair, I responded with: "Oh! Can I have a blow job please? You know, like my mom?"
The look on everyone's face was priceless.