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January 03, 2006

Ask me about my mustache

A few of my friends had the zany idea of making December "Fun With Facial Hair Month." I joined in the party a little late, but I went the last three weeks of December without touching a razor blade. The result was the hideous 'stache you see in the picture above, with the lovely Christy undoubtedly being cheesed off about something in front of me.

Now, I don't know how many of you, my dear readers, have ever donned a mustache. I do know this: it is not for me. I feel like a major asshole walking around town with this thing, and I am planning to shave it off post haste. In fact, as soon as I am done with you clowns, that is probably what I will do.

The reason I am wearing a Detroit Tigers hat and a tropical shirt is that this New Year's, we had an 80's theme party. Click here to see whom I was was attempting to emulate. I think I am a dead ringer.

Now, like I said, I do not think I know if I look good in a mustache. My dad had a mustache all throughout the 70's. It did not help him. His future father-in-law called him Meathead after a certain TV character, and I am certain the mustache once led to undercover Cheektowaga Police Officers mistaking him for a cat burglar, chasing him and nearly shooting him dead. So you see, the mustache in my family has some strange history.

However, Christy and I did agree on one thing: it is awesome to say "my mustache." Try it! My mustache keeps my lips warm. Are you looking at my mustache? Is there food stuck in my mustache? The possibilities are endless! We also thought it would be a hilarious t-shirt that says "Ask me about my mustache."

All I can really say is, if I were to ever grow another mustache, it'd be because I wanted to become a Civil War reenactor, or for comic effect.

Posted by oz115 at January 3, 2006 06:40 PM

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Posted by: Christy Your Love! at January 5, 2006 06:20 PM

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