Everybody has one of those days, but when this was snapped I was under extreme duress. The Lizard People had been active; Freemasons were pestering me on the phone with sinister questions like "Who is the 23 Skiddoo?"
Agents from the DEA were across the street, disguised as ducks, and my attorney was AWOL on a small boat somewhere in the Chesapeake Bay.
An aluminum foil helmet is not a guarantee of blocking interference rays - you want the Halliburton G9 Discombobulator for that - but it will do in a pinch.
And lest you fear exciting comment, rest assured that more people will wonder why you're wearing a necktie than about the unorthodox headgear. Thus is life in this lax, postmodern world.
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