Since I was going out to dinner, I changed out of my damp rain shirt and searched for a hair-taming device to sooth the savage beast on top of my head.
Although I found forking my head to be a somewhat scratchy experience, I could not argue that it was an effective tool.
Of course, at dinner, I immediately dropped some BBQ sauce on my shirt thereby ruining any illusion of with-it-ness.
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