There once was a boy named "Harry"

Well actually, his name is Taylor and he had lots and lots and lots of hair. He thought he was super cool and his mom thought he was super scary. Taylor procrastinated for many, many months (8 months to be exact) the day he dreaded most... Haircut Day.

But finally mom could wait no longer and out of desperation she made a deal (maybe it was a bribe) with the long haired, hippy boy. " Get a trim before the Christmas Dance OR for 50 large ones get a full haircut." his mom decreed. Taylor being the smart boy that we all knew he was, took the cash and willingly sat on the hair cut stool.

The hair was long and thick and several inches had to be cut before the clippers could even forge their way through the dense covering. It took much time and effort but in the end emerged a dashing young man.

The people all throughout the land did double takes and their jaws dropped in astonishment. "Who is that handsome boy? " "It's TJ" someone yelled. And there was much rejoicing in the land! The handsome boy was a little sad and even a little more annoyed to have his thick locks shorned but $50 buys a lot of BURGERS fit for a KING. So in the end it was a good deal for all. Mom got her handsome boy back and Taylor got a lot of BK Rodeos! And they all lived happily ever after (until it was time for another haircut.)