Steve Nash's new haircut on the Lakers reminds me of when Johnny Damon betrayed the Red Sox to go to the Yankees and went from party hair to a business man 'do with nary a complaint. I guess there's something about joining an evil empire that makes a man blindly accept conformity. And no, I don't think Nash is a Nazi. Not yet.
If you look close, you can see a family of robins nesting
Shaken, not stirred, Moneypenny.
When you look at that all-biz haircut, just remember Steve Nash is the same guy who did this:
God, what a humiliating video that was, I mean seriously, who would do something so blatantly dumb and pointless and actually have the nerve to aim a camera at themselves to film it? I mean, sure, I did this
video, but I played the JOKER, which is so much cooler.
Labels: Batman, Evil Ted, Haircut, James Bond, Joker, Steve Nash, We Didn't start the fire