 Oh, God. If you'd have been twittering, you would have thought to have done that. Actually, I was twittering. I got a look one time. He was running with scissors. His forehead looks like a dry desert ground. I mean, y'all seriously. It's crap. It looks like a dry lake bed. Or creek bed. Yeah. Yeah. During a bad drought. Look, no joke. The whole weekend, I couldn't raise my eyebrows.