Smooth as a baby's butt...does this mean I'm a butthead?

There was this rap that I learned at summer camp once that went:

My God is smooth

Smooth like darigold butta

Spread it on thick

Give the devil a kick

Go home and tell yo motha

My God is s-s-s-smooth.

God is smooth...and so is my head right now.  I got home from youth group the other evening and stood in front of the mirror for a good seven minutes before deciding it was time to fall the tall timbers.  I wasn't dissasitsfied with my hair.  I actually thought it looked pretty cool.  But for some reason I just had to cut it off. 

First I buzzed it down, not intending to cut it all off.  After the first cutting, I decided I wanted it a little shorter.  After that cutting I got curious as to what my head would look like naked so I got out the razor.  When it was all said and done, I had no hairs left on my head and a five o'clock shadow on my face (because my razor got dull shaving the head).  To be honest, it looks kinda strange.  Sometimes sexy in a Bruce Willis kind of way.  Mostly just wierd though.  I'm glad there is no important chica in my life (except mom...she hates the bald head but mostly just laughs) that would hint to her distaste of my fashion with comments like, "It's good you have such a great personality," or, "your smile makes up for your hideous lack of hair, idiot."

And as things would have it, a cold front just moved in across the Pacific Northwest and it's colder than a witches tit.  Oh, sweet irony!