I was just about to give the ol' facial moss a trim when The Missus said I should quick throw on a tie and make like the dashing husband of one Church Punk Mom. Her husband, you see, rocks the chin whiskers old school and wears his Time Bomb getup to work. (Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac! For those of you who don't listen to Rancid) I couldn't manage the pork pie hat on short notice, but whatever. This concludes your dose of random nonsense for today. Enclosed please find one picture of said J for comparison.
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