Captain's log star date eleven, eighteen, two thousand and ten. I have been growing my moustache now for nearly three weeks and it is still but a shadow on upper lip. I wish to shave it but fear that I have commited to it's demands and must obey it's power until it's control weakens in eleven days. Until then I must bear it's burden. Eleven more days. Then I shall shave it and banish it from whence it came. The saddest part is that I'm pretty sure there is a woman in my office whose moustache is better than mine...I don't know who should be more ashamed.
This is Zulu Whiskey signing off.
Weak post...seeing as you are shvaing it today. I guess 11 days was too hard for you :(
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