The only proper way to remove a mustache is the way a real man does it.
Don’t.
I’ve had mine since I could.
The rest of em I pound in with a hammer and bite em off on the inside.
I’ve had mine since 1970. Not shaving it anytime soon.
A real man doesn’t need a mustache to prove his manhood.
My husband has had a mustache ever since I’ve known him. He shaved it off last summer and I hardly recognized him; he did look 20 years younger, good for him. However, I couldn’t stand to kiss him. There was nothing to it, like kissing a baby’s butt. He grew it back asap. I don’t think he’ll ever do that again.
Well said.
“The only proper way to remove a mustache is the way a real man does it.”
My favoured method is to forget to put the trimming attachment on the damn clippers. So one side becomes a sad victim of involuntary moustache slaughter. The other side then has to be put down out of mercy, unless you are brave enough to rock the Hitler. It works best when you are running late around 4:00 am. You can tell it has been effective when you get comments like ‘did you break your jaw’ and ‘are you trying to beat a police line up.’
Freegards