And they Call it "Mo-vember" A month in which men grow mustache to raise awareness of prostate cancer.
"Raising awareness" is this awesome thing people do when they feel there's problem they can not do anything about. They prance arround and look silly for a period of time and then they say to themselves: I did a great job, everyone is aware now!
Nothing is fixed, nothing is better, but everyone is aware!
And it is the first fucking thing that comes to my mind when I see upper lip facial hair on some dude: fuck, there's this part of your body you can get cancer in. Much like most other parts of your body you can get cancer in.
And most guys choose to go with that handle bar mustache, unfortunately also commonly known as "cocksucker" mustache.
There's usually only 3 reasons for someone to grow such facial hair:
1- you are retired porn industry star
2-you like to suck on penis
3-you are really, really tough guy, so tough that no one dares to relate you to reason number 2
But come November, confusion ensues. Normal people start growing infamous facial hairdos.
You do not know what to think any more. You think there's either vintage porn convention in town, a gay festival is about to start, or the whole city got conquered by some biker gang.
I think it is just that people like to get silly, but are a bit shy about it. And then someone comes up with some awareness cause and everyone starts using it as an excuse to do what they always dreamed about but never dared to try (I mean growing mustache, not sucking on stuff).
The one awareness initiative I could consider joining is the one where people cut a hole in the crotch area of their pants and walk around with their left testicle exposed. It could be to raise awareness of boldness, or some sort of small, near extinct reptiles or female body hair, I do not care what awareness it is raising, as long as it involves testicle exposure, I am in.
Anyhow, I think I have overloaded on sugar. You see, We have this water cooler in the house, and it has a 15 liter bottle on top and we re-fill it every week. But no one remembered to do it today. I can not drink tap water, plumbing in our house is 25 years old and tap water smells like something crawled in the pipe and died.
And it is really hot today. So I found this old 2 liter bottle of Fanta in the fridge, with most of the bubbles long gone, and have drunk most of it, with the intention to finish the rest once I am done with this post. And it is making me feel weird.
Anyhow, before I offend someone, I am chucking in some lame rough and quick sketches, done mostly on the train and in breef breaks at work. I am working on some nicer stuff I hope to share soon.
Cheers to all,