Can’t let a Monday go without making it a Mustache Monday. As we head to the home stretch, Mark checks in today with a complaint of itchiness. I suppose it could be the length, but my guess is hygiene. Most Centraville kids I know only know a bar of soap as an oral deterrent after dropping f’bombs in front of their moms.
As for myself, well let’s just say it takes a little sophistication to take the “creep” out of this lip sweater. I do Movember the only way a Belvideresman knows how.
Two weeks in and the lips sweaters couldn’t be more lush. This could possibly be our greatest Movember run ever. Team Turk is now rolling 7 Mo-bro’s strong and we’re still a driver-three wood away from Thanksgiving.
Mark opted for the Fu-man…which is a look generally reserved for dudes who are over compensating for something.
As for myself? Well, let’s just say that the only thing that can sell this thing is a good name. I can’t decide between the “Level 3” or the “Laser Stache.”
PS. Nobody on the Commuter Rail finds it weird that there’s a guy with a pedo mustache taking selfies of himself for three stops.