Unibrow Week didn’t quite turn out as successful as I thought it would. If The Mayor had to rate Unibrow Week, I’d say it was slightly better than Cabbage Week, and just a notch below What’s That Stuck In My Bellybutton Week?
Tonight is the end of it though, and I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say good riddance. See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya! Don’t let the door hitcha on the way out! Let’s have a good look at the back of your head!
This is the ultimate unibrow creature and I’ll be damned if I know what its name is. I suppose it’s from some sort of science fiction show, like Star Trek, or Star Wars or whatever. I never did watch sci-fi as a teenager, I was too interested in other things, like girls and having a social life, and friends. I suppose that’s what’s great about being a sci-fi fan: you never had any of those pesky girlfriend/friends/social life worries. The biggest worries the sci-fi crowd had was whether their retainer was too tight and whether it was smarter to roll into a ball or just cover your face and cry when being beaten up.
I can’t speak for the sci-fi crowd, but rolling up into a ball seems smart, as no one is ever going to be looking at your face any way.
The Mayor can really put these things into perspective.