A Quote by Bobby Heenan

When's the last time you went into a barber shop and saw everyone there unconsious? — © Bobby Heenan
When's the last time you went into a barber shop and saw everyone there unconsious?
Whatever you hear at the barber shop, stays at the barber shop.
When you go into your customary barber shop, you will wait for the man who gives you a little better shave, a little trimmer hair-cut. Business leaders are looking for the same things in their offices that you look for in the barber shop.
Take your ass to the barber shop. Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole.
I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.
What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.
The rumors about me being with Jamal Lewis, Adam Carolla and Tiki Barber are absolutely false. I've never even met Adam or Tiki Barber in person'we did phone interviews. What happens is that a lot of high-profile men saw topless photos of me.
I've been going to the same barber the last few years, and we have great chats whenever I'm in the chair. He'll ask: 'How you doing? How's the training going?' Just ordinary, obvious things, but then, like you do with your barber, you start talking about personal stuff.
If the guy that writes you checks says cut your hair, off to the barber shop you go. That's that.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.
I saw these new kinds of stores: the Body Shop, the Sock Shop, and I thought to myself, 'I can do that.'
I don't know nothing about the restaurant business, but I've been around a barber shop all my life. That's where I used to get my dates in high school.
Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
I've lived in L.A. for a long time, and they say, 'If you sit in a barber's shop for long enough, you will get a hair cut.' Well, if you live in Los Angeles for long enough, you're going to get some surgery.
I don't shop just high-end, honestly. I shop at Zara, I shop at Topshop, I shop at H&M. I shop everywhere.
Every small town has its dramatic group, its barber-shop quartet, every home has music in one form or another.
Walter Cronkite was the last newsman everyone trusted in the same way that the Beatles were the last music everyone loved and Marilyn was the last star everyone concurred was worthy of the word.
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