"Unless Eyebrows are Involved"
The internet has become the modern monster under the bed, filled with widespread scandal and temptations that so many simply cannot handle. It’s a catalyst to distress; it’s the cancerous cyst at the center of human relationships. Continuous phone alerts, overly overt flirts, pumulous perverts…and it only gets worse. Destruction definitely feels like a prime function of this world wide webbed junction.
Unless eyebrows are involved.
See, I sometimes call myself “Frugal Franny.” I save every penny for only what is necessary. That means when my eyebrows grow extra hairy, I bust out my own wax, count to three, rip off the brow debris, and we’re all happy.
But tonight was less than satisfactory and more than a fright; it was a self professed hot frickin’ mess. All across my entire right eyebrow. Like Rihanna says, time for a round of applause…take a bow.
And I nearly did, frowning at the thought of walking around with one eyebrow on and one eyebrow…not. Just like the purple people eater, if only I had a horn. As that strip was about to get torn I remembered that there was more to the internet than scorn. I asked Jeeves, Joes, Yahoo’s, and Yahoes about my dilemma located inches above my nose. And wouldn’t you know it, a solution arose!
So now the internet gets my utmost respect.
Oh, and FYI: Olive oil.
Unless eyebrows are involved.
See, I sometimes call myself “Frugal Franny.” I save every penny for only what is necessary. That means when my eyebrows grow extra hairy, I bust out my own wax, count to three, rip off the brow debris, and we’re all happy.
But tonight was less than satisfactory and more than a fright; it was a self professed hot frickin’ mess. All across my entire right eyebrow. Like Rihanna says, time for a round of applause…take a bow.
And I nearly did, frowning at the thought of walking around with one eyebrow on and one eyebrow…not. Just like the purple people eater, if only I had a horn. As that strip was about to get torn I remembered that there was more to the internet than scorn. I asked Jeeves, Joes, Yahoo’s, and Yahoes about my dilemma located inches above my nose. And wouldn’t you know it, a solution arose!
So now the internet gets my utmost respect.
Oh, and FYI: Olive oil.