Exfoliate I Will Not

Wear hats I do not. A reason for that there is. To breathe, my head needs. Breathe it can not when under a hat it is. Besides, big and goofy, hats make my head look. But, since fallen out my hair has, hard on my scalp the sun is. To flake off, my skin has started. Fun that is not. All blotchy, my head is too. So now, after me to take better care of my head, Windu is. A pain that is. Take up a "skin care regimen" I will not! Understand this, Windu does not. "Just think, Yoda! We could be skin care buddies! We could sit up exfoliating, telling stories, talking about girls, gossiping. It'll be so much fun!" A poster-child for birth control, Windu is. Be his 'skin care buddy' I will not! Where he comes up with this stuff I know not. Nuttier than than a buffet table at a squirrel convention he is. So now have to wear a hat to protect my scalp, I will. The only way to stop Windu from talking about exfoliating my head, it is. Still, pretty rediculous I feel.