Y’know how when they built the trans-continental railroad, one team started in Missouri and one team started in San Francisco and they raised to see who could get to the middle first?
I feel like that’s what my chest hair is doing.
At the top is the Eastern team with a relatively flat and downhill course to go before they get to the golden spike. But the lower, western team, have to coerce the grand canyon of the belly button if they want to compete.
Maybe I’ll get a golden body piercing when the hair finally meets up with itself in the middle.