If you came over to my house for a sleepover in third grade, you watched Red Sonja in all it’s fantastic, violent, bloody — and not at all age-appropriate — glory. Ah, the good old days.
Archive for February, 2009
Those jerks let him go. The company manual specifically cited the removal of any hair (facial or otherwise), but Dan couldn’t deny who he really was.
And who he was had a righteous handlebar mustache. Man, the ladies loved that ‘stache.
Whatever. It was a scummy job anyway.
He’s sweet on you. GET IT?
If you’d like to send this as a Valentine, you can find a spiffy printable version here.