The Phoebe date story continues. This is a real low blow for me: a cheesy joke of the worst variety – a true, unadulterated groaner. I might as well have stolen a joke from Full House or something like that. (Remember Bob Saget? Man, whatever happened to that guy?)

To tell you the truth, I don’t even know what those crazy hair machines do. And I’ve only ever seen old ladies use them, so this strip likely isn’t very accurate on a hairstyling front, but c’est la vie.