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Well, I had just clipped my hair using a 6 grade clip-guard, which is not very short. My girlfriend, upon seeing that, realised that I had actually done a very good job, but she wanted to make some "minor adjustments" behind my ear and in the back of my head.
When she got the clipper (?) she complained that it wasn't cutting as much as she thought it would. She had never used one of those before and, when I noticed she had just taken the clip-guard off, I warned her - "No, wait, darling, that's for protection! Otherwise you're going to cut m...".
She then interrupted me and, before she could say "Don't worry, hun, I'm not going to cut you!", she landed the electric clipper on my head. Aware of what had just happened, I looked at her, and she was completely scared. She apologised for hours and hours, and was utterly disappointed at herself for not having listened to me.
I stayed cool and told her not to worry - "it's going to grow back... let me just sport a mohawk, so I can have some fun". However, she had just ruined the back of my hair and, although she tried, wearing a Mohawk was completely out of question.
I didn't really mind though. Besides, on the plus side, now I know what I would like if I had a Mohawk. If I ever get myself piercing again (which I plan on doing if I really go to Japan later this year), I know what hairstyle I'm going to pick 
ps.: Comparing myself to Michel Foucault was a bit of an exaggeration - here's what my hair looks like.
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| quote: | Originally said by Maurice Moss
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