How much mustache is too much?
I've decided to shave the "Earl" mustache clean off. I'm not sure exactly when, but it shall definitely be within the next week. It's getting unmanageable, and I've been feeling like I should try to date again. I'm not sure how many women would flee screaming from a mustache, and I'm not willing to find out. I grew the mustache just to prove to myself that I could, and I'm satisfied with that. It's summer, and it's time for something cleaner and more aerodynamic. My mind was made up for certain when I sat down at my desk this morning and realized that a piece of raisin bran had been stuck in the hair above my upper lip for two hours. Now that is attractive.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that my Uncle Jeff had graciously agreed to bestow a large majority of his baseball card collection upon me. I'm still sorting through the last of it: 62 unopened packs of 1988 Topps brand cards, each with that chalky, rock-hard slab that cannot even be considered "gum" in an elemental sense. Yes, I've actually been eating it. I am a strange little man. Anyway, I opened one such pack and laughed out loud. For those of you who are fans of the Adult Swim cartoon Metalocalypse, I think I have found the real-life inspiration for Murderface. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you journeyman relief pitcher Steve Crawford:
I mentioned a few weeks ago that my Uncle Jeff had graciously agreed to bestow a large majority of his baseball card collection upon me. I'm still sorting through the last of it: 62 unopened packs of 1988 Topps brand cards, each with that chalky, rock-hard slab that cannot even be considered "gum" in an elemental sense. Yes, I've actually been eating it. I am a strange little man. Anyway, I opened one such pack and laughed out loud. For those of you who are fans of the Adult Swim cartoon Metalocalypse, I think I have found the real-life inspiration for Murderface. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you journeyman relief pitcher Steve Crawford:
