The Existential 'Stache
The world breaks down into two kinds of people.
Those that should grow mustaches. And this guy.
It’s not that the ‘stache is wrong, so much as it is wrong. Wrong in that soul deadening existential no-purpose God Questioning alcoholic encouraging meaninglessness wrong.
Yes, there’s the Flock of Seagulls Nest Hair. Yes, there’s the half hearted Peaches Point. The sweat stains and goofy tie.
But it’s the ‘stache that says: You think there’s meaning in this life? Think again, carbon based lump of animate clay.
Arlona the Trailer Park Hott makes me want to fight over the last packet of Cheetos before making up in the dirt farm out back at 2am while sipping ripple from a plastic cup.
So maybe there is meaning after all in this life. And it is boobies.
