Lafranceapoil Review

Lafranceapoil decided to take matters into its own… follicles. It zipped onto the stage, landed on the Mayor’s bare upper lip, and attached itself with a decisive schloop .

The Mayor, feeling the tickle of Lafranceapoil, began to smile. A real, warm, cheese-loving smile. And because he smiled, Lafranceapoil felt something it had never felt before: connection. For the first time, it wasn't just a floating, lonely curl of hair. It was part of a laugh. Part of a face. Part of a moment. lafranceapoil

"Competition?" it hissed, curling one tip into a question mark. "There is no competition. There is only me." Lafranceapoil decided to take matters into its own…