(where IS that photo?)
In a fit of funny, I stuck a fake mustache on Max, who’s usually game for whatever. He’s one. He won’t recall my torture. (or will he?)
Well, Max lead to Noah, and Noah made my gut hurt he was so funny. I plunked one on Wilfred Brimley or whatever his name is Jarret and my new “schtick” has been born. One trip to the costume store and fabric joint later, and I’m now scouting the crowds for my next adorb young man to click on with The ‘Stache.
Oh the hilarity.
Here’s a quick slideshow:
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