I guess the reason why the TSA agent was all up in my grill and frisking my hair this morning at the airport was because apparently ma hurr did in my passport pic looks nothing like the current state of ma hurr did in real life. I tried to explain to him that sometimes this thing in nature happens where your hair grows and stuff, but it turns out that it’s an Asian thing, and only my doppelgänger Kim Jung-un and I can serve Executive Hurr Did Realness while going through airport security.
I wanted to tell the TSA agent that the first rule of Ma Hurr Did Club is, You Don’t Touch Ma Hurr Did, bro; and the second rule of Ma Hurr Did Club is, You Don’t Touch Ma Hurr Did, bro! But I had a flight to catch and I didn’t want to make a scene or whatevs.
Maybe today was a bad day to start werking my new toupée?