A sunburst of highlights radiating from a chitinous, armored pate—probably not this year’s look, nor next, but impressive all the same. Look at my dome, ye hairy, and despair!
Where every man is king.
Where every man is king.
A sunburst of highlights radiating from a chitinous, armored pate—probably not this year’s look, nor next, but impressive all the same. Look at my dome, ye hairy, and despair!
Very unfortunately not Photoshopped.
This man is my personal hero du jour. Way to turn your sanwich into a banquet, there, pal.
Male pattern baldness has not been embraced so proudly since Captains Stubing or Piccard, and this guy doesn’t need a ship; just a parka and some natty highlights say loud and clear, “fuck Rogaine.”
When my bald spot gets a little bigger, I’m having it shaved into a perfect square. Fuck Rogaine, boiiiiii!
Someone was paid to give him highlights and not laugh.