Today I got bored to such an extent that I decided to cut my hair, I managed to perfect the art of the bowl-cut. I flirted with the idea of keeping it but after one day I couldn't do it any longer. When I got home I decided to try and de-bowl my hair, in the midst of said de-bowling my brother came into the room and dared me to shave it. I stopped and paused for no longer than 5 seconds and opted to go through with the dare being the hero I am. However halfway through the process I "dogged it" and was left with patchey, short and utterly disgusting hair, kill me now.