That's right... Forrest.
Every six months or so, my husband and his coworkers have Crappy Moustache Day and try to create the ugliest and creepiest moustaches ever seen. Forrest won the first year, but last year gave up his bragging rights. I am proud to say that my husband won Crappiest Moustache this year. I haven't asked him for permission to post a picture, and I don't want to get into any trouble. :) But just imagine a moustache that connected with his sideburns, and you can get a good idea of why he won.
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