so, here's the deal
i always wanted a mustache, but there were several issues stopping me:
1) its totally fucking lame
2) my mother hates it, along with every female ive ever known
3) i have a poor beard-growth, very che-guevara-ish
but lately i dont really care, and to be honest... the idea of Oozing repulsiveness, even at a subtle level, it fills me with joy!
the fact that i can ruin peoples days just by going to the store for milk and bread
or to arrive at a family dinner, and just force everyone to accept me as i am, and get used to my horrible mustache
so
What say you!