True story: I was chased by a tranvestite hooker on July 4 from the moment to the Metro station with 10 female friends. It was a weird and slightly frightening experience. If I recall correctly s/he was threatening to stab us for an imagined offense but owing to the crush of people we couldn't run fast. Fortunately the heels were high and the mind was clouded with some sort of drug so it was the slowest possible chase.
The cops finally intervened.
I was 16.
Since the last Moustache May in 2010, I've settled down and become a married man. Will that reflect on my stache pictures? Probably. No worries there will be cats and even Florida will be featured.
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