Have you ever wandered through a bakery and thought, "Man, I could really go for a cake shaped like an arm holding a cup of hair right now"?
Well if so, then YOU are a very disturbed individual. Seriously. Maybe you should talk to someone.
But also, you're in luck!
Now, I know what you're thinking, and I completely agree. TOTALLY. But where would we even get a robot monkey at this hour?
You may also be wondering where the hair is.
There it is!
("I see...THE GRIM. And he's shedding like crazy.")
I'd say it looks like someone plucked out their mustache, but only because there are children present and I wouldn't want this to get too...public. (HI, KIDS.) I'd also go out on a limb and say this baker has single-handedly created the most disarming assault on the funny bone yet - but only because puns make me snort-giggle.
But in case that's not enough hair for you, fear not; there's more!
Er, I mean...talk about a hairy situation that must have taken a lot of elbow grease! Haha!
K, I think that's all I've got. SO, let the Professor Trelawney jokes...begin.
Thanks to Julia for reminding us of our universal right to bare arms. (Ok, that's the last one. Promise.)