The Genesis Toupee

Toupee, or not toupee, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The wigs and corn rows of outrageous fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of tribbles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
of Flesh and hair too? ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rubbing in of hair tonic, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.

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