Didn’t think I could pull off three afternoon posts about hair, but dammit I just did and did it perfectly. You probably didn’t even notice that’s how seamless I made almost three hair stories appear. Like a work of blog magic.

But really, why was el pres wasting his time getting professional laser scans and head models and shit at the Hair Club when dude could have just had this guy’s secret and kept it moving. Boom. Big-nosed big-haired 80′s sluts all over him in no time. Pres’ hair would be so thick and luxurious him and this chick wouldda been Eskimo kissing from opposite rooms all night long.

PS – This guy looks like how I imagine a Taliban coke dealers look like.