Uh Oh.

Having realized with the events of the last post that maybe my moustache was too powerful to be wielded willy-nilly, I decided to cut back. A lot.


Oh yes. Erroll Flynn eat your heart out. Or John Waters, for those jealous bastards who want to be more disparaging.



I know, I know. Men want to be me, women want to be with me. Some will be a confused mix of both. Weak knees are normal and expected. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my job where I teach children.