I had a dream last night, about our own separate Island nation of Alopecialand. Where no man above NW3 or diffusing NW2 is allowed. Where it rains Nizoral shampoo, and we’re all dancing under it with joy, like ancient tribal men. Where we have a national holidays, where we took out NW1’s Piñatas filled with finasteride pills and smack them. Where no mirrors or reflecting glass allowed by law so we don’t see our horrible hairlines. With no ads with beautiful NW1 people anywhere, so we don’t feel jealous. Where you’ll be sent to electric chair for baldism hate crimes.
Feel free to add your suggestions! :]
Feel free to add your suggestions! :]