My facial hair may be the downfall of me yet, but strangely, middle aged African American ladies on the G train LOVE me because of it. So if my social life was just constrained to the G train, I'd be doing okay. But it's not. I am derided mercilessly. I am kind of asking for it. The hipster-tache is an unwelcome sight.
I may as well be sporting an Adolf-stache.
1 year ago
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