Aaaaah gold old days... days when 1 outta 2 men walked around with the ultimate facial accessory. And not just a shy gattering of scattered rebel hairs between mouth and nose, but true fuckin alligator tails spread from cheek to cheek.
Aaaaah a few survived... and aaaaah, how lucky we feel when we bump into a 1800. Lucky and shocked, to be honest, ’cause the feeling you get is like facing right-here-right-now that asshole whose smartie political maneuvers kept you awake for the next day’s exam (you, not me)
Anyway, today’s their day, their special post.
Long live the 1800’s! And when I say long, I mean looooong.