Mustaches Wild

Sometimes, there is a synchronous slice of razors. Sometimes, those are an act of subtle protest birthed in hushed collusion. And sometimes, just sometimes, people mistake your Chaplin for a Hitler all fucking day long!!! That’s me with the Hi…er…Chaplin, Blaise with a barely visible VanDyke and Chris with his Sexiest Boy at the Bike Shop ‘stache and burns. Honestly, a few of us were ready to fight over who would get to sleep with him first, at least cuddle. And we all generally dig girls.

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