Bald and beautiful

My friend Henry was looking into the mirror and splashing talcum powder on his body when he felt a pinch on his legs. He had forgotten to notice his brother sitting down with a laptop. Both the laptop and the brother’s head were covered with powder and that was the cause for the angry pinch.
Make-up is an art mastered by women. Men are not made up for make-up. But with the advent of the metrosexual man, make-up is breaking the sex barrier. The craving to look good, in fact, lands some men in deep trouble.
A Gujarati friend in Mumbai wanted to beat baldness. He tried wigs but was not happy. Someone told him that a balm was effective. He went for it. The balm actually had some acid mix. Result: A deep, black mark on his head. All he could do later was to cover his head with a cap.
“Mr B. There’s way to remove that mark,” I suggested playfully one day.
“How?”
“Our laundry man can bleach all stains.”
Mr B chased me away with four-letter words.
Boss, as I always say, nothing can make us look better than a hearty smile.
OK, a crisp joke:
“Dream big,” a teacher told the class.
“Then allow me to sleep for an hour,” replied a boy.