Arguing with Salon is like fighting with a pig. They drag you down to their level and smear you with mud because that’s the sort of thing they enjoy.
Normal person: Why did you just punch me?
Salon: Because 15 years ago you called me a bad name. Also you looked at me. And you’re ugly. Plus you’re mean because you use facts when you argue and that makes me feel bad.
Hey! Pigs are far smarter than any Salon puke!