I was ready to enjoy some pesto pasta but the first forkful ruined it for me. A long strand of hair was entwined within the pasta. I know for a fact the hair wasn't mine. See for yourself in the photo. Why does this have to happen to me? In the words of the wise, "At least it's straight hair." Somehow I'm not comforted by that thought.
Who said "At least it's a straight hair"? That sounds like something id say.
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