Recently my facial hair was out of control. I kept imagining my mustache as a black girl saying "talk to the hand" at any food trying to pass through my open lips. I also imagined my nose hair as the skinny cousin yelling "no ya din'nt!" to everything the black girl mustache denied.
My beard hair was the creepy uncle who likes to sit back, lick his lips and just watch.
Being a dragon isn't easy.
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