| Movember 08: Mein Mustache |
| Thursday, November 08, 2007 |
That picture was from yesterday, when I reached the height of sloven. What a depressing mountain to climb. I was surprised and distressed at the effect poor grooming had upon me. I went completely to pieces. My face constantly felt dirty. I did not want to leave bed let alone the house. I even went grocery shopping so that I could eat my cares away.
But today is a new day. Carolyn Rohaly threw me over the hundred dollar mark, thus ensuring my gala ticket. If I get up to two hundred - I get another one. If I reach a thousand dollars, well, you may get some erotic Hitler shots. I know you want them.
To celebrate, I finally carved a mustache out of my hair. It is not yet the Hitler but it feels much better. Pretty silly looking but at least it looks like I'm doing something as opposed to merely avoiding shaving. I can stand looking silly in the service of a decent cause. Not unkempt though. Any cause that demands its adherents be slovenly must be a bad one.
Anyway, my roommate said I looked like a 1970s swimmer, so here's a little treat for the ladies and some of the fellows too. There's nothing worse than a whore who won't put out. But just remember, you can donate to the final product -- the Hitler mustache and the fight against cancer-- here. Please do.
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