"The wig arrived in a state of existential distress. It was compressed into a shape that suggested it had been through something. I tried to fluff it. It refused to be fluffed. We have reached an understanding."
"The party was incredible. The photos the next morning looked like a crime scene investigation. The wig had migrated 45 degrees to the left. Nobody told me. I have trust issues now."
"The box said 'heat resistant.' My straightener operates at 230ยฐC. The wig operates at 'whatever temperature plastic melts at.' I now own a very abstract art piece. It smells like regret."
"This wig is SO good that I now question everything. Is my hair real? Is anyone's hair real? What even IS hair? I've been staring at my reflection for 20 minutes. 5 stars, existential crisis included at no extra charge."