Apparently I was misled recently by a certain balding Bucky who lives in the Shelby County Mullet Refuge, a.k.a. Columbiana. While most people that truly care about him have begged him to give up the fight and shave the pate like a man, apparently he is still clinging desperately to his small island of hair like his hero, meteorologist James Spann.
The really sad thing is that he won't choose to respond to any of this in the comments section. We're hear nothing but silence since his shame of living with a raggedy, frayed ring of hair clinging desperately to his scalp will force him to keep quiet.
Does a grown man really crave this look?
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