We're down to the last 24 hours of this year's mustache adventures, and I've spent the last week ill. I'm fairly sure this is a Tobias Funke graft-versus-host situation. My immune system has been rejecting my mustache. Or my mustache has been holding in the germs. Either way, it's been even more unpleasant than usual over the last week.
Tomorrow night (Friday night, February 12, that is. With
Yacht Rock - it's all-out smooooooth...
If you can join us for the big party, come on out. If you can't, but want to show just how smooth you are, throw some money the kids' way before the Mustache month ends.
For a final push, we're going to quote our own blog (hooray for laziness! And chutzpah!) from the day of the November 2008 'Stache Bash, and our take on Isaac Hayes' classic Shaft:
Who's the pasty white guy
who's a sex machine to all the chicks?
'Stache!
You're damn right...
Who is the man
Who would risk his upper lip for his brother man?
'Stache!
Can ya dig it?
Who's the cat who won't cop out
When there's ridicule all about?
'Stache!
Right on
You see, this cat 'Stache is a hairy mutha...
Shut yo' mouth!
But I'm talkin' 'bout 'Stache!
Then we can dig it!
He's a complicated man
But no one understands him like his woman...
'Stache Bash!
a photo from last year's 'Stache Bash, when I went as everyone's favorite Cuban dictator...
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