bye bye, lebanon.

i bought a freakin' amazing mustache shirt. it glows in the dark. like 5 different mustaches looking right back at you. it's quality.

bundy and i were playing tennis tonight. basically...out of nowhere a man walked up to us. he had that infamous "molester mustache" and began talking. i was frightened. he was your stereotypical "let-me-show-you-my-beer-belly-while-i-smoke-a-cigarette-and-blow-it-in-your-face" type of molester. nice guy.

after that man left, a younger molester approached us. he came carrying a tennis racquet...but appeared to have no desire to play tennis. at first, he walked towards us to look at the tennis ball machine and watch us play. he didn't talk to us...he just stared. after a few minutes, he headed out of the tennis courts and began approaching bundy's pimped out mercury. we decided to high tail it out of there...and he gave me the "let's-lock-eyes-while-you-drive-away-and-i'll-wink-at-you" gaze. pew.

if you have a chance, listen to "distant lover" by marvin gaye. (the live version) the screaming/yelling is grand.

at long last, i was able to find the "mustache tweak of the week," although he doesn't really have a mustache.



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