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I started growing a mustache this week for a college dance I’m going to. The theme is “A Night in Paris”, which is the dumbest theme i’ve ever heard of but we won’t get into it as I have already severly offended my girlfriend on every level, by tearing down her school, friends and other things she holds dear. So, I grew the mustache figuring all french have thin upper lip mustaches, wear berets, don’t shower, and mask it all with heavy cologne. Fitting in the theme came down to not showering or growing the lip decoration, so I chose the stache.

I have now decided to keep the mustache after tonight’s dance for severals reasons.

One, its my way of rebelling against my girlfriend for making me attend this event.

Number two, is the important one. I was talking to a friend and I told him I was growing a mustache and he quizically asked me “just the stache?” This prompted me to think back when I grew a beard during last holiday season in order to inspire my filmmaking.

Taking a moment to philosophize(?), I answered, the beard is creative, but the mustache it’s…intellectual.