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Hey, hey, Waffle, gang, I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Much love guys.

Now today's first story starts in the Am I the Asshole subreddit and

eventually a year or so later I believe goes into the entitled people subreddit is from don't call

me boldy who says am I the asshole for pressing charges on a former friend for shaving my head

in my sleep. The context, a relative of what used to be a close friend of mine who we're called Gary

for this story, was diagnosed with cancer.

I, mid-20s male, was sympathetic and even contributed $100 to a donation pool for their

treatment.

But Gary came to me one day and took his hat off to reveal a freshly shaven head.

He told me that everyone in his family were doing it in support of his relative, and so were

a lot of our mutual friends.

Then he asked me that I get on the bandwagon.

I told him I didn't want to shave my head because I like my hair.

My hair is black, regularly combed and well- styled. He said I could just get a wig

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