One of my friends said, "I didn't expect your hair to be dark."
Really? Am I that old? Maybe it's dark on the outside 'cause that's how I feel on the inside. Did you ever think of that?
I shaved my beard last night and did that thing bored men do: I left the most hideous mustache imaginable and took pictures.
I would never leave the house like this, not even on a dare.
This is what I looked like:
If you know me at all, you know I couldn't stop laughing while I tried to look serious for the camera. I'm talking non-stop giggle fits.
It's creepy, right?
This 'stache, a blue windbreaker, a bag of candy, and I'm immediately banned for life from elementary school playgrounds.
There's something about this guy in the mirror I don't trust.
Once my image had been duly recorded, I quickly said adios to the crumb catcher and hola to my smooth upper lip.
But on the plus side, I now have an image for my next comedy album.
If I didn't know better, I'd say this guy collects vintage erotica.