Originally posted by apathist
My son hurt me bad, so he gives me what he wanted anyway. Shave his head, two feet of golden locks tumble to the floor. He is okay and heart-broken, really I can stop laughing.
Life is what you make of it.
It's like "Shave for Charity month over here. Although they have changed it and made it so you can grow (a beard) or colour.
A Long haired prospective monk approached the master and bowed as he waited for the masters verdict (of whether he would be ordained)(This in front of the whole congregation of shaven headed monks)
The master had already shown a hint of favouritism towards this guy and why he did was a mystery, as the masters don't show favouritism hardly ever.
Anyway the master said" you ready to cut your hair ? " (This guy had beautiful hair down to his arse)
Without hesitation the guy bowed as if to say "Yes , your hair is my hair" (or something to that effect, it was only a bow.
The master let him keep his hair with almost audible gasps coming from the other monks.