I just got a haircut and thought it looked good.
Until I walked through the rain without an umbrella,
then stepped in another puddle.
That puddle probably knows the other puddle I stepped in yesterday.
I bet they're tight.
It was it's revenge.
It's way of saying,
"How dare you call my best friend sneaky, and claim that it wasn't being honest with itself.
My friend is shy.
Back off.
P.S. Your haircut sucks."