When it comes to hair, I’m 180-degrees from Sampson: my super powers stem from me getting it cut.
And now that my role in the 70s film has wrapped, I had the off-the-charts pleasure of visiting Danielle the Hottie Hair Cutter and letting her go to town. My only direction for her was to end my being confused for Troy Palamalu from behind. She ran with it.
I already have so much to be thankful for in 363 days.