I'd like to eventually do some autocross stuff, nothing near the level you guys do. A guy I know on another forum took an 87 RX7, put wide fenders on it, 17 x 10s all the way around and an LS1/T56 swap and had weekend fun with it. That's about where I'd like to go. However, I'm ultra competitive, and could see myself trying to go faster and faster and do more and more, and next thing you know, I'm trying to get $250k cars with $65k sealed engines. I think that's the main reason I haven't already jumped in with both feet, because I know that would take up any and all free time and money.
I think the key to pulling off a 'stach is having eyebrows that accent it. Otherwise, it just looks silly.
Okay, let me be clearer: certain people in history can rock the 'stache. It was a spur of the moment list, and for that I'll go cut off a "rule of thumb" branch outside and lash my own back bloody for it. Bronson, Chaplin, etc. get a pass, because they are awesome and have talent. The open sore numbskull fuckface who works part-time at Tim Horton's and sighs with pure laziness when I ask him for a straw and then goes back to discussing the latest Vampire Weekend show he went to is not allowed. Not just not allowed to have a moustache, but show his face in public. How's that immunity to pepper spray building up there, champ? Unless you are famous and have been given the right, then you are not allowed to have a moustache. Especially hipsters, since they already look like the ultimate creepy and filthy joke of the universe. No need to fix what isn't broken, am I right? Just type on your oldschool blackberries in your safety glasses, motorcycle helmet-shaped hair and plum-smuggling fag shorts and shut. The. Fuck. Up. Assholes. As for the Frye guy? After seeing the greatest exchange of blows in history a while back, he can do whatever the fuck he wants: ...there has never been anything better in the ring.
Sam Elliot was born with a moustache. It grew in his mothers womb with him and by the age of six months, it was ordering liquor and whores to go with his raw steaks.
And by "clearer" I see that you mean "let me totally restate my premise after having my hat, and stache, handed to me."
The original was a "post-shed post", Nettmeanie. This IS a thread dedicated to those inebriated, right? I thought you guys were my friends. I think I'm gonna go cut my sleeves off and take pictures of myself wearing Bret Hart sunglasses in front of my bathroom mirror whilst flexing as hard as I can now. So my mother dresses me funny, I'm ugly and I don't read so good. To quote myself: