If I am not treated with respect, I go pretty batshit.
More than looooooooove, I need respect.
Needing a little respect at the mo.
I am as tenacious as BaXter with a bully stick.
I can growl like him too.
Baxter's BFF took me to a surprise concert.
It was a surprise right up until THE BARBERSHOP QUARTETS started singing.
I had refused to look at the Playbill, or the signage outside of Carnegie Hall, or my ticket, or let the nice lady sitting next to us (who had helped organize it) tell me what it was.
I love Barbershop.
I love surprises.
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I agree with most of this. And, yet, I don't care for surprises while in barbershops.
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