Thursday, April 23, 2009
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4 Comments:
You're drifting into uncharted territory, my friend...
The mustache was VERY temporary. I just felt gross. I went to work out at the health club and I was covering my face half the time.
oh man, John I can't believe you grew a stache like that! While it creeps me out and makes me want to run and hide, it's also a brave work of art. I bet you'd make a lot of church ladies distressed if they saw you with it - did you sport the look at Westminster?
Thanks Annika! The mustache, or "molestache" as Mike Tieden liked to call it appeared only briefly. I had it for about 36 hours and I just so creepy and weird the whole time. It had to go.
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