May Your Hair Constantly Try To Escape Your Skull, Violently.
May your hair constantly try to escape your skull, violently.
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your pubic hair.
The staff quivers violently in your hand, as if confused by your command. command.
The room seems to spin violently in circles. As your eyes focus...
A Woman is a two edged sword ... driven through your skull.
I'm surprised that your skull doesn't implode from the vacuum.
Your hair's thinning - Who wants fat hair?
Close your eyes and press escape three times.
May your daughters' hair grow thick, black, and abundant -- all over their faces.
You may worry about your hair-do today, but tomorrow much peanut butter will be sold.