I Can't Go for That
As you may recall reading here, I was growing in a mustache to match my sideburns and longer hair in an attempt to, I don't know, look like the hero of one of those softcore 80's action pictures produced by Playboy. I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday morning after combing my hair, and the combination of the hair and my filling-in mustache made me look exactly like some nightmare combination of Hall and Oates, a creature that should never exist.
Needless to say, I shaved my upper lip immediately. Sorry, ladies.