
I know it's hard to deal with living with a brother with a slimy mustache. For that I apologize. It's Mustache March and I think that I speak for everyone when I say 4 weeks of Bristly-Lipped Power are the least I can do for a month that starts with the letter "M."

And no, "Mustache May" wouldn't be kosher. I know that you may not want to admit that you're related to me. I understand why that might be hard and I won't feel bad, I promice. I just can't resist the POWER. Now a ponytail? That which couldn't get worse, got worse. I'm really sorry.