And ol’ Chucky’s man enough to embrace his hair loss with a classic comb over, instead of a daft transplant.
God sees Adam is bored and approaches him. "Adam, I'd like to make you a soul mate...a perfect specimen who will fulfill your every desire...treat you like a king...she will be perfect in every way imaginable, from her looks to her personality to her emotions. But it's going to be a lot of work so it will cost you....an eye, your right pinky finger, one kidney, half your hair, and your left nut." Adam ponders this for a moment. "What can I get for a rib?"
