Bad Haircut Quotes

I once had this massacred afro in third grade. Parts were bigger than others. It was just terrible.

My dad gave me a haircut... and it wasn't a very good one. When I went out of the house, my friends got on my case and said it looked like someone put a chili bowl over my head and cut around it.

I'd say that every haircut I've had has been a bad haircut.

My dad cut my hair once - I wanted a bob and he gave me a bowl cut. That was a tough few years.

The great challenge working on this show for me is wearing polyester all day long and having the worst haircut known to man at the top of my head and sitting under fluorescent lights. That is America, people. Polyester, bad haircuts, under fluorescent lights.

I went through whole scene kid phase from when I was, like, 12 years old to 15. Black eyeliner - I got gauges, which I definitely regret now - and I had the world's worst haircut: it looked similar to a mullet with a rat's tail, essentially. It was not great.

Having a bad haircut can be quite traumatic!

I knew at the time my haircut was pretty damn god-awful, so I was just hoping that I wasn't one of the joke ones. And they put me through to Hollywood and I thought, "Well okay, maybe I'm still one of the joke ones but at least I'm not terrible?"

I looked like a 'Super Mario Bros.' Goomba. It's arguably the ugliest haircut on the planet.

I've had a lot of tragic hairdos and outfits.

I used to have quite long hair, and I decided that I wanted to get it cut. I'd never met the person who did it, and she cut it into some kind of dreadful mullet. It looked like a triangle on my head. The other kids were merciless.

My family went on a cruise, and I got a terrible haircut. FYI: Never get your hair cut on a cruise. And I had, like, this blonde curly 'fro, and I walked into the gym the first day back in seventh grade and everyone was staring at me, and for some reason I thought, I know what I need to do! And I just started sprinting from one end of the gym to the other, and I thought it was hilarious. But nobody else at that age really did. It was genuinely weird

Everyone's had a dodgy haircut at one point and think your life's over. Then there's always someone, whether it's a best friend or your mom or someone, who can talk you down.

After leaving school, I travelled around Europe for about six months. In Denmark, I thought that was my chance to get an amazing haircut, so I went to what I thought was a great hairdresser. It turned out to be the car wash of hairdressers, and I walked out sporting yet another pudding bowl, but this time with a stripe bleached down the centre.

I made the fatal mistake of trying to cut my own hair. It makes me look like I have a good face for radio.

I've had some styles that make me wonder what the hell I was thinking. How did I let someone do that to me?