A quote straight from the horses mouth (by horse I mean brother, I do not in any way shape or form have a horse in my house - RSPCA I'm telling you), we were eating dinner, the usual small talk came about. My Dad asked my Brother, 'what have you been doing whilst we've been out?' he replied so casually, 'running around in circles in the garden' - with leg weights.
I think he has the better genes, but even I'm doubting myself here. I mean honestly, who actually runs around in circles with leg weights?!
My Dad's doing Movember, his face amazes me. Not in an odd way, but in the space of about 10 days he now looks like a wolf man. A gingery blonde wolf man. I didn't think this was physically possible of my always clean-shaven Dad, but there we go.
In the beginning (that sounded like a new bible entry) he proclaimed that he'd go for a Hitler-esque 'tash, I had to stop him there. No. I've gone my whole life without being bullied and it wasn't about to start now. Not now. Not ever. He's opted to a mexican/el guapo/drug dealer moustache. I quite like it.
If I were a man I'd definitely grow a moustache. Not just for November either, I'd go all year round. And it wouldn't be any of this pre-teen top lip shit. Oh no. I'd do the full shebang: moustache brush, styling scissors, I'd have all the books for ease of reference so i can change it for special occasions. You name it. The lot.
Why aren't moustaches cool? I will never understand. They should be and always will be in my heart - I'd like to point out that I don't have actual moustaches in my heart, other wise I should probably get that checked out.
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