Posts Tagged ‘mustache’

Fave Friday – Body Parts

May 21, 2010

Now before you go thinkin’ this is some kind of typically pervy post, hear me out yo.

So the other morning, I got out of the shower (still not pervy, I promise!) and felt something irritating my eye. So I scoped um out in my mirror and noticed a super lonnnng lash piercing the orbital.

Funny thing is this wasn’t the first time. In fact, my lash(es) tend to get in my eye more often than I care to count. I think I pretty much must have the weakest lashes in the history of all lashes.

So in honor of today’s topic, post your fave (or non fave) body parts in the comment area below. Feel free to list your own parts or from those of the opposite (or same?) sex. Also in honor of today’s topic, I’d like to present my skills to you in this captivating work of art. Go ahead. Take it all in. Bwahahahaha!

Fave Friday - Body Parts
Fave Friday – Body Parts

I’ll start:

From My Own Body…


  • still gots a full head of hair (*knock on wood*)
  • big hands & big feet (which basically only means that I can palm a basketball and wear adult-sized shoes! Ahahaha!)
  • in relatively good shape for a person approaching *cough* years old


  • weakest lashes ever invented
  • single persistent/annoying hair that tickles the inside of my left nostril from time to time
  • can’t grow a mustache or beard to save my life

From the Opposite Sex…


  • I wouldn’t have the faintest idea ’cause I don’t look anymore 8)
  • Besides I would’ve only looked at the heart and soul anyway! 8) 8) 8) Muhahahaha!


  • a ‘stache, espesh if it was fuller than mine! I’d be j!
  • wet armpits
  • being waaaaay too skinny or waaaaay too, um, jolly. 🙂

So wot? Got any to share? Feel free to include bodily functions like being too gassy or b.o…. You know, the good stuff. 😛

Have an awesome VHO7V Friday and weekend y’all!


If I Only Had a Beard

December 23, 2008

It’s been a while since I’ve written a “real” random blog, so let’s give it a try eh?

In these final few days leading up to Christmas, I’ve had my fair share of sightings of the big guy in red. Seeing that jolly fella, and his flowy white work of art always made me wonder why I can’t, for the life of me, grow more than “scraps” on my chinny chin chin.

Errone always tells me that I should be thankful that I don’t have to shave errday, but I dismiss that with a pout. You see, I’ve been blessed with baby’s butt cheek syndrome… and I hate it.

Whenever I see you peeps with beards, goatees or even sideburns, I get j. Even if I let myself go for two weeks (which I’ve done on trips mind you), all I come up with is some sorry excuse for stubbles – above and below my lips – that would make Tom Selleck wet himself from laughing so hard.

Look Out Abe Lincoln! Hurr comes Ed!
Look Out Abe Lincoln! Hurr comes Ed!

The people who tell me I should be thankful are probably right, but I just want the option, nawmean? I want to be able to wake up one day and say, “Hmm… this week, let’s go for a Rollie Fingers stache, or the Kimbo Slice beard, or Dylan McKay 90210-esque sideburns!” The only options I have now are clean-shaven or a little dirt on my lips.

Sad yeah?

Talk to me:
* Should I be thankful?
* My hairless bruthas, does this curse last forever? (Will I one day be able to shave a monster beard?)
* My hairy bruthas, ain’t it great?
* Do beards keep you warm in cold weather or sweat in hot weather?
* Ladies, are your husbands/boyfriends/potentials hairy? Do you wish they weren’t? Is it a turn on or turn off?
* Ladies, are you going to slap me cause I, at least, don’t have to worry about my other body parts? 😛

Happy Tuesday y’all!