Do you remember this one? It was awesome. It wasn’t March, but it was the sweetness, right then. Heather J. really really hated it. So did Bishop. I loved it. There’s nothing hotter on a dude than mutton chops and a haircut that’s about 4 months past its prime. Did not make him look like psycho serial killer at all. But I did feel safe. Try not to fall in love with him, ladies. But feel free to come back to admire his looks.
So it’s March again. The glorious time of the year where all the hipsters have an excuse to force out their fifteen facial hairs into something completely ironic. I love mustache March. But here’s something I WISH was secret about me: I could have a real bitchin’ mustache, too. But I’ll get back to that. First, I’d like to introduce you to my brother Jamey: