Remember, remember the 23rd of Mo’vember…
As the day I felt more like a porn star than any that came before. Or perhaps a Metallica reject?
Moustaches are dirty, dirty, dirty:
If I wasn’t already attached (Hi Honey!), I’d probably be out there like, hanging out with your daughter(s) and shit. Or spending quality time at every redneck’s favourite fast food chain. Now to go find my ‘beater.