Goodbye whiskerino and also goodbye moustache (for now). I have decided to keep gowing my beard till 2009. How much can you really know about yourself if you've never grown a yeard.
As I've said many times already now, it's been a real pleasure. You'll be sorely missed in May, but I admire your dedication to the yeard. Best of luck my friend.
Your absence for moustache may will be tragic, but understandable
I count finally meeting you of the my whiskerino highlights, though I did leave regretting not spending more time with you.
Great goal man, you need to post pics of the progress in the flickr group or something.It has been great getting to know you on here and talking (very breifly) with you at the throwdown. I will see you around.
Likewise, I enjoyed hanging out with you this past weekend as well. Make sure to get up to Nashville every now and then. And I most definitely need to come down to Baton Rouge.
my poison brother. what to say. so many happy memories of this contest have been attributed to you. so many times when i started to cry myself to sleep, my beard would remind me of our poison brotherhood and i'd uncurl out of my fetal position, wipe off the slobber and insult some random internet stranger.
stay strong. i'll see you in 2010.
No, *you* sir are awesome. It was so great meeting you at the throw down. Did I ever tell you that you remind vaguely of my neighbor, Thane? Glad you're yearding. We'll check up on each other's progress and keep in touch, for sure.
No worries, mattyc. Actually, I haven't gotten a Whiskerino shirt and was looking at the Crusade one. If you like, I will take a large shirt in that style. I say again, you're a good man, Charlie Brown.
holy wow...till 09, but wait...that means no moustache may...im torn here. mattyc, great to finally meet you. you are a class guy & glad to call you a friend. im glad we had times to hang out this past weekend as well. i hope to one day pop up down there & cash in on the las palmas. let me know if your this way again...i buy you lunch again!
Brown mustache, floating in space, floating in the field, looking for a face. The fabric stache, the infinite resting within the fabric of the finite, longed to be nuzzled onto the caring face of a boy or pirate or mustached clown, but alas, he was merely existing in the openness of the land by a brook or stream or river, and some guy was in the background. A guy who knew that the world was round.
I'm just being honest - I don't ever want to visit LA. But I do want to hang out more. IF that means, meeting at county lines to exchange low-hi-fives or randomly crossing each other's paths at abaondoned fireworks stands up and down the coast, I'm sure either will ensue.
You know where I live now, so - there's palm trees and water here and such. don't hide.
Jnonfiction. Paul. Elldub. Yadda Yadda Yadda. Mattyc always brought game and that should be recognized. The "Find these items" scrambles were brilliant!
Thank you for participating (and yearding). I have a feeling our paths will cross again someday.
goodbye mattyc. good luck on the yeard. i did it already and i know youll need it. and yes, you will learn more about yourself than you ever really wanted to know. it was good to meet you and hope to see you again in 09.
I'd had a handlebar moustache for 2 years and had grown very attached to it. I couldn't decide if I wanted to do whiskerino or not. It was too difficult a decision for me to make on my own. Then I was walking in the mall two weeks before whiskerino was to start and this 12-year old girl passed by me and said "cute stache." Cute stache? What the hell. Puppies, bunnies, and rainbows are cute. Moustaches are bad ass, tough, and manly. That was the deciding factor. Now I shall beard for 4 months before I go back to my beloved moustache.