On the purpose of eyebrows ||
the day you realize that not having eyebrows is a surefire way for getting to feel what having a flamethrower shot directly into your eyeball is like. That will be a day you never, ever forget.
My first time was the first summer bike ride after my brows dropped off. Until this point in life, i had big bushy brows, perfect for sucking up profuse amounts of perspiration and redirecting them towards the side of my head. It was a new day however. That day, sweat poured directly down and over my eyebrows like Niagra Falls.
