After listening to me complain about a particularly awful haircut I received recently, my friend asked me, “Have you ever shaved your head?”
Why yes, yes I have! Let me tell you that story, through the magic of photos.
One beautiful day during a summer term in university, my good friend and roommate Andrew asked me to shave his head. I obliged, of course, and shaved his head on the back porch of our house. After shaving his head, I thought, “Hey, what the hell, I’ll shave my head too.”
Then another friend came over, and we said, “Hey, you should shave your head too!”
And he did. Then another friend came over, and he got the skinhead special as well. We were shaving heads left, right and centre. Finally, there remained one person in the house who did not have a shaved head. His name was Tim, and he was adamant that he did not want to shave his head.
The only logical course of action, according to the manual of stereotypical frat boy behaviour, was to harass and belittle him for upwards of an hour until he acquiesced. So we did. And he did.
After that victory, it was photo op time. And boy, did we take some doozies.
In the first photo, we all cross our arms real gangster-like, but you can still see smiles on a couple of our faces.
So we try it again. This time, we’re all on the same page. Except for Tim. Now he’s going with the smiling motif. I’ve got a nice head cock going on in the background. I’m not fucking around! Do not fuck with me!
Now we’ve decided to deviate from the hardcore gangster theme. Now the goal is to look like a hockey team photo. Notice the two spatulas in the foreground made to resemble hockey sticks. And notice the ‘Number 1′ sign we’re all flashing, indicating that we are, in fact, number one.
Have you noticed my friend Nathan is shirtless in all the photos? Really enhances the white-trashiness of the pictures.
And in this final photo, we have strayed about as far as you can from the gangster theme. Now we’ve decided it would be best to all pile on top of each other, penis-to-bum, with our hands crossed under our chins for maximum femininity. Notice the racing stripe on my friend Andrew’s head. I changed the setting on the electric razor and gave him that. What a crazy prank! Oh the hijinks we got up to.
We kept all of our hair in bags with the intention of donating them for wigs. Then we found out that all of our hair was too short to be used for a wig, but we were all too lazy to get rid of the bags, so we just had bags of hair sitting in our garage for months. Ah, the good old days.
Thanks for embarking on that photographic journey with me. I found these photos on my computer and they are simply too awful to not share.














