The Dawn of a New Era of Power
Yes the subject of this blog sounds as thought it could easily be the title of a pantera song, thats because I wanted it to sound like that. Even if Phil Anselmo goes both ways and Dimebag Darrel is overshadowed in hell by Powers Boothe, and he's not even dead yet!
But Powers Boothe brings up an interesting point that I would like to share with everyone today. I recently underwent a life changing event, something that has shaken the very fiber of my being and rattled the core of my humanity. I recently aquired a handlebar mustache.
I know what you're thinking, he can't be serious, there is no way, it would be too much to behold. I assure you this is no joke, my handlebar mustache (who I have named Rondo) is very very real and shall be beheld upon proper written request.
For those poor souls out there who have no handlebar mustache or for women who are too weak to grow a handlebar mustache, well except for a few very special ladies, I will try to explain to you the power of a handlebar mustache.
A man with a mustache is important, so important in fact that even his nose is underlined. A man with a mustache is a man of action ready at any time to jump into whatever fray may present itself. A man with a mustache is a man unafriad to hit a woman when the situation warrants it (see Burt Reynolds in Sharky's Machine). But he is not just a man of action, no sir, he is a man of action tempered with responsibility. A man with a mustache could be a fireman or a stock broker, he could be a platoon sgt. or he could be doctor. But one things for sure, when he walks in the room pour that man a scotch and prepare yourself to be in the presence of greatness.
Yes ladies and gentlemen I have joined these elite ranks and believe me when I tell you that the handlebar mustache puts me into the upper echelon of mustachioed manlyness. Thats right I'm now in the same league as Hulk Hogan and in the words of my handlebared brother: what are you going to do when these 24 inch pythons run wild on you? Indeed Hulkster... what will they do indeed.
Yes the subject of this blog sounds as thought it could easily be the title of a pantera song, thats because I wanted it to sound like that. Even if Phil Anselmo goes both ways and Dimebag Darrel is overshadowed in hell by Powers Boothe, and he's not even dead yet!
But Powers Boothe brings up an interesting point that I would like to share with everyone today. I recently underwent a life changing event, something that has shaken the very fiber of my being and rattled the core of my humanity. I recently aquired a handlebar mustache.
I know what you're thinking, he can't be serious, there is no way, it would be too much to behold. I assure you this is no joke, my handlebar mustache (who I have named Rondo) is very very real and shall be beheld upon proper written request.
For those poor souls out there who have no handlebar mustache or for women who are too weak to grow a handlebar mustache, well except for a few very special ladies, I will try to explain to you the power of a handlebar mustache.
A man with a mustache is important, so important in fact that even his nose is underlined. A man with a mustache is a man of action ready at any time to jump into whatever fray may present itself. A man with a mustache is a man unafriad to hit a woman when the situation warrants it (see Burt Reynolds in Sharky's Machine). But he is not just a man of action, no sir, he is a man of action tempered with responsibility. A man with a mustache could be a fireman or a stock broker, he could be a platoon sgt. or he could be doctor. But one things for sure, when he walks in the room pour that man a scotch and prepare yourself to be in the presence of greatness.
Yes ladies and gentlemen I have joined these elite ranks and believe me when I tell you that the handlebar mustache puts me into the upper echelon of mustachioed manlyness. Thats right I'm now in the same league as Hulk Hogan and in the words of my handlebared brother: what are you going to do when these 24 inch pythons run wild on you? Indeed Hulkster... what will they do indeed.
Welcome to SG.
PS Powers Boothe bought a second hand infant off me once. It was Laos in the mid seventies, and I needed cash for an escape visa. Sue me.