Basketball meets Evard Munch's "The Scream"
It seemed like a good idea at the never.
Now with 20% more soul.
Business in the front, horse mane in the back.
Their policy on fabulous hair is a campaign worth listening to.
Here's to looking at you, kid (also I'm going to harvest your organs).
Comes with a free prescription for Prozac.
Free loaf of bread with every stolen soul.
"I do declare good sir, mmyess, that I will take my catnip in the foyer this evening."
This guy's never getting a job TO THE EXTREME.
Grip The Cock and brush repeatedly.
Why be gross when you can be both gross and nerdy.
And later, it can make your hair smell like dead pig.
"How does my hair look?" "I'M BLIND!"
"Can you just trim it a little bit on the sides, give me some layers, and make it look like a helicopter?"
Things have been tough on Hermione after graduation.
I'm not bald. See, it says right here.