So, are we having fun yet … you buncha shaggy dogs? Hey, I have no room to talk. My mane, never a thing of beauty to begin with, looks like something even the cat wouldn’t drag in. Can you imagine the claw-and-fang rush that will take place when beauty parlors reopen? And that’s just the men! Downright Neanderthal.
By the by, I was being a wee bit serious with that “having fun yet” remark. There is nothing in the latest printing of the Quarantine Bible that says isolation participants must mandatorily be sullen, if not self-floggingly miserable.
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