For quite some time now my eyebrows have been plotting to take over my face. I suppose after they accomplish that the next step would be my brains. And like all villians in cheesy b-rated sci-fi stories, they wouldn't stop until the world was crushed to submission under the steel theeth of their combat boots, or I suppose more fittingly the steel teeth of the eyebrow combs that every wil force to make in the sweat shops of oppression.
Yet, as long as maintain the division between the two eyebrows and prevent the creation of a unified state of hairness on my face called a unibrow (at least by experts and beautification magazines). I think I was going someplace slighty more enternaining when I first started writing this.
Yet, as long as maintain the division between the two eyebrows and prevent the creation of a unified state of hairness on my face called a unibrow (at least by experts and beautification magazines). I think I was going someplace slighty more enternaining when I first started writing this.