Friday, December 17, 2004


A good competitor knows when he has lost, just the same as he knows when he has won. The old adage states that a true sportsman knows not only how to win, but indeed, shows grace even in defeat.

With that said, I must grant victory to the Wooly Mammoth, whose mustache I am hoping I will not only be able to witness in a few days, but indeed marvel at and compliment. Today the few vestiges of my mustache were shorn for the hygenic and aesthetic benefit of my colleagues; after receiving more than a couple disgusted looks and after twice hearing the utterance "ewww" yesterday, I decided that my continued employment was more important than proving a few haters wrong.

But for those of you who wish to see the 'stache as it was, before it was forever shorn from the mantle above my lip, I give you this - the one, single, perfect image of my face:


Ofc. Krupke said...

Barry Pepper?

King Koopa said...

This is what looks like the weird neighbor from 'The Burbs' doing a spot-on Boo Radley-esque impersonation of the AM. Eerie. I was way off with my John Waters description, Boo Radley is much more accurate.