Mustaches on the CVU

It's about bonding. It's about brotherhood. It's about boldness! And FRIENDSHIP! This mustache contest can more correctly be called a "feeler" or "trial." The participants sure had fun, so we will definitely be doing something like this again in the future with a couple of changes to better suit everyone and maximize the camaraderie and fun.

-And just so you know, I believe that some parts of this post do NOT show up on ipods or mobile devices. Try it on a computer.

This pic just screams, "mustache savvy" to anyone who sees it. It also says somewhat more quietly and subtely, "my 'stache gives me super powers like being able to conceal an eight foot potato gun while shopping for fresh produce in wal-mart. Jealous?"

Mark sported the handlebar like a true hell's angel. Can't you also picture him gunning the throttle of his Harley with one hand, eating a PB & J with the other, and giving a huge thumbs up with his third hand which magically erupted from the middle of his chest due to his manliness reaching an unbearable thresh-hold? And it didn't even affect his homeostasis. Think about THAT for a minute.

Chad looks like he just walked out of Willie Wonka's chocolate factory with a lifetime supply of chocolate. Little does he know it's because of the constant inhalation of the naturally occurring laughing gas oils on his lip whiskers.

Jeff enjoyed his moustache as much as he could. He would regularly leave food and condiments in it so he could have frequent snacks. He liked to leave a couple of drops of mustard on the right upper hair, some bits of pepperoni and chicken on the left upper, and some bread crumbs center stage in the soul patch. NPO after midnight? Yeah right. That's just SMART.

Honorable mention.

August 2011