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Moustache Monday: The Problem With Time Travel

Posted by Qais Fulton

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Staring wistfully into the distance, intrepid chrononaut Chesh Morgan remembers the day he unveiled his plans to span the great oceans of time like some chronological Magellan. As a smug smile tugs at the corners of a mouth obscured by the last vestiges of his origins, the brave explorer recalls the painful taunts of his peers prior to his expedition.

If only he had accounted for the potential desire to return to his time armed to the teeth and ripped to the gills on the finest chemical cocktails the future has to offer. While delightful in their own right, Threadless tees and Star Trek simply can’t compare with putting long-dead skeptics in their place with a good, old-fashioned blood-soaked hallucination courtesy of the 21st Century.


Categories: Rail, The Future!, Moustache Monday, Time Travel
Posted at 4:21 pm on May 19, 2008
6 Comments -

6 COMMENTS ARE NOT ENOUGH

    its funny, although this man has quite an awsome, in the old definition of the word, mustache, my little old greek grandmother said he looked ugly with it even though every single one of my uncles has a similar sight upon their lip

    Comment by jailed — May 19, 2008 @ 5:16 pm

    Wow dude. that is indeed a serious ’stache. Props.

    Comment by Giania — May 19, 2008 @ 5:22 pm

    I’d stroke it!

    Comment by Will — May 19, 2008 @ 5:23 pm

    Perfect for the ladies to hold on to during rumpey pumpey, ankle flashing as they are wont to do these days.

    Comment by Daria — May 19, 2008 @ 5:27 pm

    Its formidable mass is second only to its distinguished appearance.

    The cackling villain in my dreams, upper-lip adorned with twin bundles of waxed cilium dancing in the breeze as he ties my female interest to the iron rails, has a new face.

    Good show.

    Comment by Narkalant — May 19, 2008 @ 5:44 pm

    Shit, I’ve been found out. Offers of stache-stroking, ankle-baring rumpy-pumpy, props, and damsel-tying are all greatly appreciated and gratefully accepted. Jailed, your uncles are paragons of manliness; let no one tell you otherwise.

    Comment by chesh — May 19, 2008 @ 10:28 pm

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