Day 3, the sweetest of all days

Today my alarm didn't wake me up, I was roused out of my slumber by my mustache. My mustache decided to wake me up by singing a soothing yet still alarming rendition of the theme to "Different Strokes". Yes mustache I agree, it does take different strokes to rule the world, it also takes a different kind of mustache.



Today I've decided to let my furry mange grow until it reaches Magnum status, or at least a Ditka... Powerstache...grow you filthy animal GROW!

Day 2 ( sorry day one )

It is officially day two of "28 days of mustache" month and I've got to say I feel slighlty more distinguished and less like a greasy Poncherelli today.

My upper lip had a nightmare last night. It dreamt that a hairy monster was trying to suffacate it and it woke up screaming. When I asked my upper lip what was wrong it told me about the horrific nightmare. I told my upper lip not to be frightened, one upper lips nightmare is another man's wet dream.