... my moustache. After a few years of having a creepy handlebar moustache, I no longer have one. A slip while trying to trim one side left me with quite a bit of hair missing, more than enough to not be able to recover from. So something that started out as a joke to mess with my friends, grew on everyone including myself and was a bit of fun with the ongoing creep jokes over the years, is now gone.
I will miss it and will eventually get it back but it will take me a long time, by this time next year my facial hair will be long enough to trim it back into a moustache. So RIP my friend till we meet again.
I will miss it and will eventually get it back but it will take me a long time, by this time next year my facial hair will be long enough to trim it back into a moustache. So RIP my friend till we meet again.