This is an oldie to some of you, but I felt that I needed to put it out there. I occasionally decide to grow a beard, which lasts exactly as long as it takes for me to recognize the significant amount of gray hair on my chin. Sometimes, though, I wonder what life would be like if I was one of the select group of mustache-sporting individuals. The mustache is a funny thing...either it looks completely foreign on your face, or it is impossible to imagine you without it.
I warn you, the images below are graphic. I am keeping this as a reminder to never grow a mustache. I do believe that I could probably pull off a 'stache if I had patience, and let it grow over my lip a little bit. However, hair actually overhanging my lip is a tickly dealbreaker.
Without further ado...
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