…that hat isn’t regulation.
Pretty sure the Yankees have a rule about visible hair below the lip. If she wants to grow out a mustache that’s cool though.
I must not fur. Fur is the mind-killer. Fur is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fur. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fur is gone I will turn and face fur’s path, and only I will remain.
Mattingly! Shave those side boobs!
A little Pinaud Mustache Wax and she can have a nice handlebar chest.
…though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fur no evil
That’s just abominable.
On 2nd thought:
That’s just abominable. And Yet-i can’t look away.
I see Nair-y a problem that can’t be fixed.
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