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My dad told me the other day while watching my wife cut my hair, that I am lucky. Lucky because I still have hair. At 28, he was half way to having Queball as a new nickname.
My wife says that it really depends on your maternal grandfather. If that is the case, I am screwed too. I recently uncovered a picture of us, taken when I was a wee little lad. According to this picture I should be thinning soon, to join the ranks of the bald. |  |
