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The Jackass Chronicles

Combover Guy

There's something vaguely heroic about a man with a combover. To get up every morning and apply adhesive to a handful of much longer pieces of hair and carefully plaster them across the crown of your head. Every morning, people. He has to know he's not fooling anyone. He taking a stand and defying social standards. He still cares enough to try and look like he has hair instead of just giving up and exposing his scalp. I mean, what goes through your head when you're looking in the mirror and working on the combover? I wonder if you don't like it, what you have to do to redo it. And what does the hair look like when it's not combed over? There has to be a sheaf of longer hair hanging down one side. That's scary. Imagine waking up and having those long hairs like trailing across your face. Yikes.

Here's to you, Combover Guy. Don't ever stop.