Cold cuts.

White as snow I guess

I scream out of control.

Yupik the hairstyle you want.

To go?

Now serving cold cuts.

“Come on, give me that booze, you little pumpkin pie hair cutted freak!”

Well if doesn’t work you can put a hat on

Not to be confused with Eskimo pie.

The Eskimo Herr is Friedrich Nanook.

He is a great barber — just never him trim your moustache.

He also sells Igloo. Which is the adhesive thy use to stick all those friggin blocks of ice together.

– Honey? There’s an Eskimo in your hair!

“We make you look cool.”

We put generous helpings of blubber in your hair.

The preferred barber of Mr. Freeze

It puts the Eskimo on its hair or else it gets sham-poo again

Specialized in trimming the pole region.

The Eskimo Pie was originally known as the I Scream bar.

Customer: All the fumes from the hair spray are making me hallucinate.
Barber: Oh no, those are just the Northern Lights.

You can’t have Inuit without “In.”

I prefer Algonquian hair. At least it keeps my wig warm.

I’ll have a short back and sides, and a loan of your wife for a couple of nights.

An Eskimo’s Skiddoo breaks down. So he pushes it into town, to a mechanic. Being so hot after that effort, he goes down town to buy an ice-cream, while the mechanic looks at the machine.

He walks back ating the ice-cream, and asks the mechanic; “How is it?”

Mech; Hah! You’ve blown a seal.

skimo: NO! Honestly! I’ve just eaten an ice-cream.

–Does your wife wear a wig?

–I dunno. Alaska.

You don’t need to have good hair when it’s always under the hood of a parka!