Sometimes...
...when you're sitting in a coffee shop alone, because your girlfriend got your unemployed-ass up way to early to give her a ride to grad school, and you're sipping your one dollar coffee and using the free Wi-Fi to surf the TGR forums, and you find a short black hair clinging to the inside of your coffee cup imitating a hairline fracture, you just go ahead and assume the hair came off your own brown-blond head, pluck it out of the cup, and go about your day.
ROBOTS ARE EATING MY FACE.
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