Jacked Jesus
The higher your hair goes, the closer you are to the Lord, and the more annoying you are. It’s like a holy ranking system. But also, it’s a bit of a flex.
My mom’s hair is so high she’s practically in heaven. I think she’s annoying the angels.
My brother’s hair is so high, it’s blocking the sun. He’s probably a saint.
My dog’s hair is low. He’s probably in hell. I hope he stays there.