How did this hirsute guy end up on the cover of both our weekend entertainment rags, with the identical piercing, furry stare?
I like a guy with long hair, but seriously! It's not 1972 anymore. I want to give this guy some scissors for a mustache trim. Can you imagine eating with that over your mouth? Or kissing it?
Somebody's publicist is definitely earning their keep.
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Sheesh! I really DO live in the boonies... I have absolutely no clue who the hairy man is, but I'm guessing he's a celebrity of some sort...
I don't live in the boonies, and I don't know who he is either.
Yuk.
bleh. Talk about flavor saver!
no clue but ugh on everything I can imagine clinging to and dripping from that mangy stache.
I admire your use of the word hursute. Do you use it when speaking or just written? Definitely a $1 word.
I, too, am impressed with the dictionary in your head. Sadly, John is growing out his 'stache again to my very vocal dismay. Oh, well. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I just don't get it.
Sorry folks, but I'm siding with the unnamed furry man. As a moustache-wearer and proponent myself, I have a greater appreciation than most for the manly art of the moustache. Believe it or not, a gentleman becomes adept at gracefully eating around such an obstacle. As to kissing, many find a hirsute lip more satisfying than a naked one; hell, I'd kiss the guy, so long as he shaves off the beard; as a purist, I believe that the moustache should stand alone.
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