
Where My Hairy, Mustached Obsession Began

Mr. Buckner caught my eye in the early 80s while flipping through channels and happening upon a game on WGN from Chicago. I’d never given two thoughts to baseball before that; afterward, while not obsessed, I’d certainly stop what I was doing and watch a game if the Cubs were playing. I lost interest a few years later, although I swear I saw him out and about in town in ’84 during spring training.
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Mustache Mustache On The Wall
Hmmm…


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I Am Incorrigible

Another one from last weekend.
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Dat ‘Stache!

Those sideburns!

That chest!

That beard!

Wait…What?

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Porn Is Where You Find It




So. Many. Mustaches.

I Am Incorrigible

As I wrote on my Instagram post of this pic, “Sometimes I’m not just incorrigible, I’m FUCKING incorrigible. Damn, Daddy! (Proves it’s worth it to sometimes share your table at Starbucks!)”
Just Because


Oh Michael… (NSFW)
It’s been thirty years. Every time I run across your pictures online I wonder what the fuck ever happened to you…

