My hair dryer is so powerful that it doubles as my leaf blower.

I just shaved my legs and man, the next 7 minutes and 34 seconds before it starts growing back is gonna feel amazing.

Humidity is great because then people think it’s not my fault that my hair looks like this.

My husband keeps borrowing and losing my tweezers, so I’m naming this chin hair after him.

Used shampoo containing caffeine. My hair is already on its way to work.

My hair would never allow me to commit a crime. I really do leave my DNA everywhere.

I’ve got a couple of eyebrow hairs that want me to be a villain.

A moth is just a butterfly with glasses and its hair up.

I truly wonder what it sounded like when Medusa washed her hair at night.

No one told me middle age would be so fuzzy, and if you are wondering whether I mean my eyesight or my facial hair, yes.

I know sacrifice. I’m willing to pluck a few extra hairs to get to the white ones.

Adulting means growing hair in places you’re not supposed to and losing hair in places you don’t want to.

My brain cells, skin cells and hair cells continue to die, but my fat cells seem to have an eternal life.

I don’t know why hair extensions are exclusive to women, I want to look like a centaur.

I found my first grey pubic hair today, but I didn’t freak out; unlike everyone else in the Zoom meeting.

Microdosing bungee jumping by bending over to pick up a hair tie.

At bedtime, I ceremonially move the claw clip from my hair to the bag of chips, signifying the end of the day.

Just did a seductive hair flip and an onion ring flew out.

Sex is like my hair. I didn’t have any yesterday. I didn’t have any today. And unless something drastically changes, I won’t have any tomorrow.