It’s true. If it wasn’t for Ace Combs, we wouldn’t be able to rock the Fu Manchu ‘tache, cover our Bristols with nothing but hair, enjoy our four foot long combover or… Wait… There’s no way Foxy Brown used that comb to frizz out her afro. It would take her all day and hurt like a mofo! What were they thinking?
Listen Foxy, forget Ace Combs, and those hippies to your right. They’re no good to you. They don’t know you like I know you. You need to get your bad self one of these:
You’re damn right.
