Jayme: [Trembles in horror] Oh my god!
Jayme: Ah, I can’t look at it!
Tyler: It’s OK, It’s only temporary. I’ll shave it off tomorrow.
Before shaving it off, we took some pictures (1, 2, 3, 4) and posted them to our reasonably popular Livejournal blogs. And in doing so we either coined, or popularized, the portmanteau “molestache”. I shortly became the top search result on Google Images for molestache. I have carried that title for the past ten years, with no small amount of pride. It makes for a good story at parties.
I haven’t shaved in a few weeks, and inspired by this post I shaved all but the ‘stache while Deb was at her excercise class. She’s been home for three hours and hasn’t noticed. I’m rather disappointed.
At 2pm I couldn’t take it anymore and asked her “should be offended?” while staring straight at her. About 30 seconds passed before the tension was uncomfortable enough that I pointed it out. Unfortunately I forgot to try shaving it into a Hilter mustache before confronting her. Admittedly, I’m not what you would call hirsute and my facial hair is dirty blonde, but the result was still pretty rapey. I’m really not sure how I feel about her not noticing.
If I could have easily attached one in a comment I might have been tempted to take one. But alas, any evidence has already gone down the drain.
And I must admit, it was nowhere near as awesome as yours.