September 30, 2015 1 min read
When I was growing up, my dad had an awesome handlebar moustache that he twirled up at the ends; I have always associated being a man’s man with having a killer ‘stache.
Think of the manliest men you can. I bet you that Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction was in your top ten. Sam Elliot, Tom Selleck, Burt Reynolds, Charles Bronson, Lemmy from Motorhead and Famed Cocktologist Nathan Gareau are all fine examples of the gentlemanly sex, and all of them sport an iconic moustache.
Today, I start my trek to proper manhood, I am growing a moustache starting NOW. And when I reach the summit of masculinity I am going to twirl that sonuvagun like I’m in Singapore on shore leave. I want my upper lip to turn heads and smell like booze and tobacco.