GPOYW: Vegas Mustache edition. Top Secret.
I seriously could do a mustache picture of the day for the entire month of November. But I find it even a bit narcissistic to post so many pictures of myself. Even though I am exceptionally good looking.
“Switching to Missiles.” — JT when I decided I could only drink cocktails the rest of the night…
The Boys. Survived Vegas. Less synapses to weigh me down…
“I don’t like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.” —
This felt very fitting. And I’m off…
Max Fischer: I like your nurse’s uniform, guy.
Dr. Peter Flynn: These are O.R. scrubs.
Max Fischer: O, R they?
Hilar.
And we’re off…Vegas to support one of my boy’s girlfriends as she competes in Fitness America! Good luck, Brendy! And by support, I mean I’m going to spend most of the weekend trying to get one of her friends/contestants to put me in some sort of leg lock! Encore, XS, Dorno’s Porno, JT, Lance and it goes on and on…Cannot wait! Let the festivites begin. And there is no rest for the weary. Monday is Friends’ Thanksgiving where all of our friends get together and bring their favorite dishes (including hot wings, Qdoba, my meatballs, etc.), Wednesday got a surprise Bday, Friday is the annual Egan Bowl (renting an entire bowling stadium, costumes mandatory), and finally Saturday we have 80s Prom to celebrate two of our boys’ 30th bdays! Fuck I am getting hungover just typing this…Nothing says the holidays like a solid 9 day bender. L’chaim!
While walking my dog I use a prong collar. He’s 80lbs of sheer force coupled with the stubborness of, well, me. Anyway, these collars are actually very humane (compared to shock collars and choke chains) as they mimic being nipped. Anyway, this isnt a fucking history lesson, go read a book. The point is, some ignorant cunt of a lady had the nerve to stop me and ask (*hands on hips, indignation nearly tangible):
“How would YOU like to wear that collar around!?”
To which I could only reply:
“Look lady, I don’t enjoy licking my own asshole either. So…you know…whatev…”
GPOYW: The double mustache edition. How many can he do, you ask? Oh, my friends, the answer, sadly, is many.
In the interest of Movember, I will only post pictures of me in mustaches. Some mine, some otherwise. Enjoy. Or don’t. It’s your life.
I think I’m developing a predilection for redheads…