

Going to invalidate my health talk clout with the following story:


My go to dealer is my best friend since middle school. He sells cars at an upscale dealership, and manages to take periodic smoke breaks without upper management knowing

Got an 8th of devil pubes and payed off my long standing balance, then his coworker, him, and I smoked up a bit in the parking lot. Ambivalent triumph.
When I returned home (to my parent's house

) my mom
introduced me to a friend of her's who acted like we met before.
We chat for a bit, establish good energy, and then she comments on my hair
It's short and buzz cut looking, but not quite a buzz and looks fairly nice. Really though.
It reminds her of the buzz cuts her sons used to get.
So bish starts rubbing my head. Rubs me for at least 20 seconds. I think I should be ashamed, being treated like the manchild that I am, but it honestly felt good