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Well movember’s over, and I feel a little sad that my mo is gone. I kind of got used to it. Now it has started raining outside my upper lip feels cold and lonely.
I remember the good times, eating all those grill’d burgers and getting mayonnaise stuck in your mo, having people look at you and think you’re a bad ass, feeling the wind rush through your mo hair as you drive the car with the window down looking like Peter Griffin.
Ah good times.