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Time to move on….

…by seeing who could benefit from having me as their mustache! See, I’ve finally started to come full circle and I’ve realized that I don’t want my legacy to be Tony’s Forgotten Mustache. Thats a sad, depressing life that I’ve been living for just over a week and frankly its not very mustache-like.

So today I’m officially announcing that I’m looking for somebody who could use a mustache like me on their upper lip – somebody who’s had some success but maybe hasn’t quite achieved all they want in life. Together we CAN make a difference. I’m so inspired by this idea that I’ve come up with early suggestions, but please leave more suggestions in the comments.

 
John Rowland

Dan Marino

John Kerry

Al Gore

Thanks to the hundreds of viewers (thats right – hundreds!) of this blog, I now realize I’m not the only mustache thats been needlessly murdered shaved.  I decided I should reach out to all the other forgotten mustaches out there and form a support group to help those who need to move on with their life and find a new upper lip to live on.  I’ve got some suggestions for mustaches that should be in this group, but I’m hoping my hundreds of new blog friends (hundreds!) can help me out.

Trebek - Before

Trebek - After

Mark Spitz - Before & After

Burt Reynolds - After

Burt Reynolds - Before

Burt Reynolds - Before

Burt Reynolds - After

Cheech Marin - Before

Cheech Marin - Before

Cheech Marin - After

Cheech Marin - After

Mustache Monday

After a weekend of soul searching and heavy drinking I’ve decided to embrace my free agent status and proclaim today Mustache Monday!  Spread the word to your mustache-less friends and teach them they joys of being able to look like a real man.  And if you’re a lady reader of ‘Tony’s Forgotten Mustache’….hopefully you *aren’t* personally embracing Mustache Monday but instead choose to only talk to men who have mustaches.

So remember for the good for your country, grow a mustache!

Today’s the second day of the rest of my life – i’m not sure what stage of the grief cycle this is called but I’m somewhere between alcoholism and tearful reminiscing.  All I can think about is what my future as a mustache could have been if I hadn’t been shorn in the prime of my life.  Here’s some visual reminders for my ungrateful former owner, just to make him realize what he’s missing.

Great 80s Baseball Mustache

Great 80's Baseball Mustache

Look at that mustache! Probably the greatest president ever.

Look at that mustache! Probably the greatest president ever.

This is what dreams are made of.

This is what dreams are made of.

Just think how much youd hate him WITHOUT the mustache.

Just think how much you'd hate him WITHOUT the mustache.

Its a sad, sad day

Today is the first day of the rest of my life – Tony decided to assassinate me last night and I’m not quite sure what my future is.  Start a petition for Tony to resurrect me? Move on to somebody who would appreciate me? Suggestions are welcome.