"And Don't Forget To Try Some Of My Fried Chicken! It's Just So Damn Good! Buck Buck Buck Buck!"

Since the three people who check into my mote in the stream of internets related sewage have no doubt been waiting with bated breath for proof of my upper lip related insulation, I now present to you, in place of cute pictures of my growing family, a series of molestery looking men:

(I was going to give this post a moustache related title, but since my mother reads this blog, I decided not to. If you've seen "Super Troopers" you can probably guess what I was going to use as a title!)


The four founding fathers of the moustache club, from left to right: Frank, Cris, B, and Dr. Jones. I like how in this picture Frank, Cris and I look like we're about to head into the studio with our producer, Dr. Jones, to record "Hotel California."


"Get in the van! Come get some candy! Help me find my lost puppy dog!"


Frank "Get Ready For The Money Shot." This is probably my favorite picture.


Cris "Skinny Hulk Hogan." Cris had a velvet suit that fit him like it had been tailored, just waiting in his closet for a "special occasion!" If I had a suit like that, special occasions would include "Tuesday," and "Lunch Hour." It truly was a suit that would make a wolverine cry.


Dr. Jones "The 'Stache Turned Orange Overnight." Bleach on facial hair? Youch! Something about all this made him look like he should be practicing dentistry...


Here's the whole gang. I'm very afraid of flashes.


Jake "King Of The Ring." Looks like he should be fighting it out with some dude for a garish belt, doesn't he?


Hiro "I Have No Cute Nickname But Awesome Grizz Nonetheless."


Alan "Honorable Mention Because A 'Stache Was Already In Place." Also because he reminded me of a big jolly elf.


Ravi "Somebody Needs To Be Reminded That The Moustache Is Supposed To Be The Focal Point."


Wojchiech(?) "Stache Like A Cossack." It really was a great look...


The "competition." The only reason I'm putting this crap picture up is to point out the guy on the right who was, unwillingly, entered at the last moment by his wife and SHOULD have won. We looked like a bunch of cheap ass ABB wanabes, and he looked like he was probably the fill-in bassist during their '72 tour.

Edit: Holy cow! I've written garbage on this bastard 200 times now! Way to hit the 200 mile marker with a post about the awesome staches of the 'dacks!

2nd Edit: For pictures of the kids - go to Cindy's blog!