Apparently, my Gandalf-brow comment sparked a bit of confusion. So here' s a picture that should help - here you can see that a mere five or six of my brows have become unruly; any more than that would have been truly disasterous. My name is Biscuit, and I have old man brows. Soon I'll break down and go to a rickety barber named Lewis or Irv or something. He'll select a comb, shaking off the blue liquid, and with a sympathetic smile to mask the shock that those suckers are on the face of a woman, he'll deftly and unceremoniously snip them off. After he sharpens his now dull scissors, stories of my epic eye sprouts will be passed on during many a Bocci ball game and on park benches the world over.
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