These eyebrow touch-ups, tattoos, sin-stains, whatever constitute 'FAIL' in every damn sense of the word, and then some dude. Leafing through these I genuinely felt my balls shrivel up in fear. Picturing walking by one of these nightmare hellfaces in a dark alleyway at the end of a long night, in no way failed to shoot a cold chill down the back of my spine. A few of these terror masks are what I'd imagine seeing gatekeeping the fiery gates of fucking hell.
But hey. Whatever. All done for the sake of attaining that higher, top-shelf kind of beauty to get an eyebrow raise from the rest of the world, right? Riiight?