Yesterday marked Day 11 of ABMGC III. Lest you think we’ve been slacking on the smack talking and lip companion growing, dear readers, fear not: This has been the year of the text / MMS mustache battles! Today I’d like to share a recent exchange that began simply with a smug photo of Pete’s proud ‘stache:
As you can see, Pete was intimidated by my bean-powered ‘stache and proclaimed in fear, “Holy shit! That’s testosterone.” That’s right, broseph; my muzzy doesn’t mess around. As suspected, he used those photos for his latest blog entry in the contest. Let’s take a closer look at those photos so as to appreciate their full follicular glory:
In true ABMGC fashion, our friends have been inspired by the adrenaline of the mustache spars, and Megan got in on the action with this recent blog entry, sporting her own ’stache-tastic mug:
And last night I got a text from James, offering to be the official ABMGC IV t-shirt designer. With a year to go, he’s already working on his concept design:
Last but certainly not least, ABMGC fans, I leave you with my ABMGC III: Day 11 entries from last night, taken when the ’stache, fueled by refried beans, was feeling sassy and was ready to wash down those beans with some Super Beer. That’s right, Super Beer: Old Monk 10,000 Indian Super Beer, a glorious 22-ounce bottle of 8% lager (would you expect anything less from a man with a ’stache like that?):
Satisfied after a delicious Indian food meal with Jen, Anne, and Tom – in celebration of Jen’s birthday week – the ’stache walked on, but not before a photo opp to show off the awesome hat that goes nicely with all the facial hair I’ve been harvesting:
Your move, Pete.