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June 07, 2009

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Sounds like a plausible defense; "I didn't want to threaten the president, but the beard made me do it."

That beard suffers from mission creep.

Among other creeps, of course.

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.

How dare you disobey God's law!

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