Once when I was in college ('93), I went in asking for a layered bob and came out with a Janet from Three's Company mullet.
Not good.
I would love to provide you with photographic evidence of this tragedy, but I did not allow any pictures to be taken until it had all grown out and I no longer resembled a hideous Frankenstein's monster made from the spare parts of Campbell's Soup Kids and '70s sitcom stars.
Sixteen years later, if I got a haircut that heinous, I'd be blogging it from every angle: "Check the fuck outta this monstrosity! lol my hair clusterfucktastrophe!"
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