My mustache grew in the womb of my lip.
My own life blood fed and nourished what will be a mighty swatch of
machismo. But it, my mustache, has yet to emerge. Its time has yet to
come but it will and it will be glorious. If my mustache were an amp,
it would be going to eleven. If it were a hot chick, it would be
Pamela Anderson circa 1984. If my mustache were a movie, it would be
Star Trek 2: Wrath of Khan. Yes, my mustache will be that bad ass.
Just wait.
Check out my Movember Page.
Check out my Movember Page.
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