Nice stache, David! Wow, check out that heavyweight-championship-contender mouthdrape! These two pictures were taken at different times, though incredibly in the same location, facing the same wall. This allows us fervent Stacheforge readers to appreciate the subtle evolution of a mustache over its lifetime. The quiet robustness of the earlier stache matures into the longer and less cohesive version of the later stache. Best of all, each of these photographs feature a picture of alopecia-style,
evil bizarro David in the photograph over his shoulder, locked away safely like
General Zod trapped in
the Phantom Zone.
Goodness gracious, that mouth-mane looks like it is ready to step off of his face and street-fight a pair of hoodlums. In the second picture, it looks like he just ate a donut dusted with the white
ashes of his mortal enemies, who vaporized under the intensity of that manly lipcover. Perhaps David had a nasty accident involving peroxide, or else got in an accident
like that kid from that song from the 90s.
Stacheforge is very sad to inform its readers, however, that this telling of the life story of a worthy lip-hood is also a eulogy, because David reports that he shaved off that bad boy after taking the second photograph. As we've said before, Stacheforge supports the right of all mustaches to live proudly upon their caretaker's lips, and we cannot condone the destruction of any mustache whatsoever. Nevertheless, this was a good mustache which lived a good life, even if it was --
ahem -- cut short.
Nice stache, Michael! This suave lip fuzz works in New York City during the day, but commutes back home to Jersey City at night. It enjoys long walks on the beach, cold winters in New Hampshire, sliding across basement floors, and participating in Movember, where it is on the College Humor team. This nasal shadow was nicknamed "the Dirty Sanchez" by its friends, but its true name is "Merkin". Although it is not technically a merkin, the simile is obvious.
