Big Bad Wolf
I wouldn’t normally be so vain as to post a picture of myself – but my buddy Rob’s stag night (bachelor party, if we’re being all proper about it) had a requisite superhero theme. He chose Popeye (!?) and was forced to wear a tutu during paintball (which I SUCK at). I, on the other hand, spent a week-and-a-half growing a pair of big ‘burns, donned some claws and dog-tags to become a sort of low-rent Wolverine. Gotta say, this about the most rugged I ever have, and possibly ever will look.
OK, so this was actually the next morning and I’m hungover, my hair is bad, the shirt stank and you can see my oven of our lovely olive-green kitchen.
So endeth my vain moment and the sideburns were brutally shaved away last night. Sad times.
haha! im cuban so i always have the sideburns connecting to my goatee,lol
All that rugged manliness spoiled by the gleam of a spotless oven…
I certainly didn’t clean it! I barely go near the damn thing.
Your manhood is restored!
All that rugged manliness is giving me a rager under my desk here at work.
Barking up the wrong tree here – my sap is pink.
You lucky! I never been to a superhero theme bachelor party! Or have side burns!
I think it’ll be my last bachelor party too!