he was a she.

The man walked into the barbershop furious. His hairs stood up in all directions. Things were starting to become quite tense. What was he upset about? Was he not satisfied with his haircut? That was quite absurd. Many thought his new haircut was handsome. It was clean, crisp, and symmetrical. He looked like a million dollars. The new cut accented his style. His overall look seemed to suit him. Why was he upset? The barbers tried to calm him. Yet, he could not settle down. The situation went from tense to perplexing. No one could understand his complaints. Then they realized what his complaints were. He was a she.

lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllladies.

I'm listening to your story about how you got kicked out of the bar.

Sounds like it was a good time.

Was the music good?

Were the drinks cheap?

Go ahead, continue.

Sorry to hear you got harassed by the bouncer.

It was those other guys' fault.

You got into a fight outside the bar?

Did you guys win?

Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were icing your eye.

Maybe you should keep it down.

It's kind of late and we're outside.

You're drunk?

I know this.

Sorry to interrupt.

Continue.

Wait, why are you getting out of the way?

Oh, there are girls walking by.

"Llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllladies."