For about a month, Dirk had been hounding me to use this thing on his head. I tried in all this time to ignore the requests because I don't care what the box says, you really can't cut hair with it. Today was the day though. Fresh off a Giants Superbowl win, Tom driving himself to work in a recently-maintained vehicle (needed struts badly regardless of the arguments) and a plan for dinner. How bad could it be? Well. As the title states, I don't do hair. I announced this disclaimer with the multi-groom tool in hand ready to take off several inches of hair. We can laugh about it now. Actually, we laughed the whole time. Something off the To-Do List at least.