Because if you're a girl, and I am, a 'stache is only funny if it can be peeled off and re-applied. If your mustache requires some sort of pink smooth away contraption, or strong-smelling cream, I feel for you. "Bleaching day" sounds like a day I'd rather have no part of. A sticky 'stache can come in all shapes and colors: "A ginger handlebar? Well it is Tuesday..."
"A black soul patch? I am feeling sort of douchey...May I pair it with prescription glasses that change tint in the sunlight?"
The possibilities are endless, and so are the ridiculous, and sometimes, rather stupid thoughts that swim around in my noodle.
--G
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