The end of life as we know it...

Well after six days of growth, I feel the respect for my upper lip growing, literally. I'd like to share some musings with you all. After a trip deep into the heart of Mustache Territory, I have to say we are officially late to the party. I witnessed some works of art during my travels. My first realization was that there is no better ice breaker than a hairy upper lip. It breaks down the wall of age, race, and in select cases gender. I'd like to share a picture with you all of a lovely lady that I had the privilege of conversing with. She liked my mustache and I was enamored with her outfit.Opportunities like this are only afforded by having healthy hair follicles embedded deep within your Labium Superius Oris. With this growth we enter a new season in our lives. I promise you all that it will be a rewarding and exciting time for each of us. It will be filled with memories, stories and looks of disgust. Stay strong Mustachios. You will make it through and be a bigger man because of it.

Finally a few thoughts I had while on vacation:
If I were a Politician, I would grow a mustache. It would show the voters I was both mature and a man of the people.
If I were a Zookeeper, I'd grow a mustache. Then the Lions and tigers would know who's boss.
If I were a Stripper, I'd grow a mustache. It'd distract my clients from the fact I can't dance.
If I were a professional Snowboarder, I'd grow a mustache. I wouldn't have to wipe my nose as often.
If I were a Police Officer, I'd grow a mustache. Built-in upper lip armor.
If I were a rapper, I'd grow a mustache. No need for bodyguards when you have a mustache.

And finally,
if I were in Advertising, I'd grow a mustache. Becuase we're the only ones crazy enough to have a competition built around hair growth.

Stay Hairy!