Stacheruary :: New York Represents
Unfortunately I wasn’t able to grow out the mighty mustache-mouth-curtain but, I think I was able to acuratly portrait some sore of child molester from the 1920’s with my creepy blond stache.
Day 1: Those aren't shadows, it's hair.
Week 1: A week has gone by, and the stache is still barely nocitable.
Week 2: Either I just ate a peanut butter sandwich, or that is a stache forming on my upper lip.