DAY32: Another Day Another Mustache

I had a dream last night that I had the sweetest mustache ever seen on a human males upper lip. When I woke up I ran to the mirror as fast as I could and found the most shocking thing I had ever encountered in my life... It wasn't a dream at all, I do have the sweetest stache in the Upper Midwest.

My mustache wants me to quit my job and roam the great plains lumber jacking and spreading the word of the stache. Silly mustache, you don't lumberjack when you've got the sweetest stache in the world, you usually become the Prime Minister of Canada first.

Day 31: yes I know I said 28 a-hole

A wise man once told me that the mustache was the path to enlightenment, and now that it's on a t-shirt, I know it's true.

For some reason I'm reminded of that song that goes:

"If you see me walking down the street, and I start to cry,

it's probably because something horribly wrong has happened to mustache" at least I think that's how it goes.

If not, it should.

Day 29

And on the twenty-ninth day the mustache rested, for mustache had done all it could. Joy, laughter, crying children, free donuts; these are just a few of the things that come with mustache. It's been a long hard twenty-eight old friend.

Mustache wasn't feeling well this weekend, so I took him in to the mustache doctor. The doctor gave me some horrifying news, he told me that mustache wasn't doing to well and he gave him a week to live. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed to the heavens(whilst pulling on mustache). Not yet, not until mustache monday you filthy animal. It's a sad, sad situation to see a mustache so young, so verile, to be cut down in the prime of his life.