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Movember Rain
There comes a time in every man's life where he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, with a razor blade in one hand and a moustache comb in the other.
And he is forced to ask himself: what sort of man am I?
What do I believe?
Am I the sort of man who wears a muttonchop moustache?
( The Answers under the cut... )
And he is forced to ask himself: what sort of man am I?
What do I believe?
Am I the sort of man who wears a muttonchop moustache?
( The Answers under the cut... )