by Reginald Phlegmingham, Duke of Crapping-Upon-Bryllshire

As you can see by my laid back posture, I’m pretty much the man. You don’t get to have sweet-ass jowl-fur like this without practically oozing manly testosterone. Go ask my main dude Chuck Tupper — he knows what I’m talkin’ about.

So maybe I was a little harsh the other day, going off on Lord Eddie’s hair grease. Shit ain’t so bad, really. I’ll even admit to using it once or twice when I was trapped in some podunk rube shanty town and where the local shit-n-snip didn’t carry Murray’s Superior. It’s like Saran Wrap: it’ll do in a pinch when the Trojans are in your other jacket.

Speaking of which: Hey Eddie, did ‘Dwina ever tell you about the closet next to the forward lounge onboard the Queen Mary? No Saran Wrap to be found, my friend. I’m just sayin’, is all.

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