No training wheels, though.
Handlebars!
My roommate, my friend, and I have decided to grow handlebar moustaches. Given that none of us can really grow a decent moustache, it'll take a while...but it'll be worth it, because the handlebar moustache is possibly the funniest thing in the world.
Now, I know that posting something like this without pictures is crazy, but I'm lacking in the digital camera department...so you'll have to settle for these quick CorelDRAW sketches.
Current:
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Soon:
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Yes, I'm assuming that we'll form a barbershop quartet. And yes, I recognize the intrinsic numerical flaw contained within that prediction.
"She broke up with me two days later. I think she met Don Juan in Italy. She has a new man, I have a new moustache!"
-"Razor Burn" by Lagwagon
...it's hard finding relevant lyrics for a moustache-centric post.
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