I didn't want to turn into Cape Man:
I admit, we have seven cats, three indoor, four ferals, plus statuary accumulating in Earthgirl's gardens by one every Mother's Day to piss off the neighbors
(the big shiny red ball on pedestal next year, I guarantee),
but since shaving off my face mullet, I have not hoarded guns nor told a Utah bank manager I was gonna kill Barack Obama.
Shave. Save yourself.
More stuff.
Sounds like a plausible defense; "I didn't want to threaten the president, but the beard made me do it."
Posted by: LewScannon | June 07, 2009 at 04:31 PM
That beard suffers from mission creep.
Among other creeps, of course.
Posted by: Rhodo Zeb | June 07, 2009 at 11:24 PM
Wow, I can't believe the Internet is devoid of pages summarizing "That Mustache Feeling," the episode of _The Tick_ where a sinister mustache is created by the CIA as a deadly, self-mobile spy weapon.
Posted by: Thomas Daulton | June 08, 2009 at 09:30 AM
How dare you disobey God's law!
Posted by: Agi | June 08, 2009 at 11:58 AM