The mustache is over. I actually shaved it on Day 43. It got to a point where it felt dirty and pointless and in the way. This was especially true given how pathetic a mustache it was. In fact, somebody called my mustache, “potentially the worst mustache ever.” Well, he may very well be right. However, for me to try and grow a mustache was like an elephant trying to fly. I tried. How many metaphorical elephants can say they tried to fly?

Anyway, the blog lives on, suckas.