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Man Bun

My son is growing a man bun. I don’t know how big it’ll be when he’s done. He’s only sixteen you know and at his age it’s fun. So I’ll just watch but if it gets too big, I’ll have to run. My son is growing a man bun. I don’t know how big it’ll be when he’s done. He’s only sixteen you know and at his age it’s fun. So I’ll just watch, but if it gets too big, I’ll have to run. I told him to grow a man beard, a big bushy one, like mine. But, he tells me that’s not for him as he’ll look like a bum. What! Is he saying his dad is a bum and dumb? Well, he’s a kid; he’ll be different when he grows into a man!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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