I'll admit, the attention was nice and I was excited to go through with it, but I had to wait a week for my facial hair to grow. When the day finally came, I shaved my beard and left the mustache. I was actually really digging the look, especially when I went to the shooting range. Holding a gun, sporting the v-neck, and borrowing my brother's aviator glasses felt so right. Then I went to the beach the following day and I felt like a dirty perverted pedophile. As the days went by, I was more and more embarrassed about the mustache and couldn't wait to finally shave it off.
Day 1 - Don't mess!
Day 2 - Hey there kids!
Day 3 - ¿Cómo estás?
Day 4 - His mustache is better kept =/
Day 5 - My Name is Earl
Day 6 - Feeling like a dirty guy again
Day 7 - Last day! Fackayouuuuu mustache!
2 comments:
These are all awesome, made being home working on a sunday a hell of a lot better. By far one of your funniest photo sequences...keep em coming!
HAHAHAHA Fackayouuuu
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