This blog use to be funny. Recently it has been less funny. This blog use to have many running jokes. Recently it has had less running jokes. We use to joke about mustaches. Recently we have not joked about mustaches. But tonight I offer this pledge to the American people. We will do what it takes, we will stay as long as it takes, to help this blog to be funny again. We will rebuild the mustache joke.
And all who question the future of Slimbolala need to know, there is no way to imagine Slimbolala without the mustache joke. This great joke will rise again.
To that end I present the following pictures, sent to me by "Hilary", wife of "John". They were taken in a simpler time, a time when hot New Orleans nights sparkled with the laughter of hundreds of raucous Mustache Parties (alright, this is the only mustache party I've ever been aware of, but there should be hundreds). I had completely forgotten about them until they showed up in my mailbox.
Yours truly avec mustache (I think the "wife beater" is a nice touch too).
The lil lady con 'stache.
Maysey et moi.
"John" (king of "cracker packers") dons the lip fur. Hilarity ensues.
That felt good. Didn't it?