This morning, I woke up & just knew it was going to be an extra-special day. In the air, I caught a whiff that smelled of old porn, mexican food, and laziness. It also reeked of a certain young hollywood star unable to completely get through the puberty process. Yes, the smell I smelled was Orlando Bloom's dirtstache. As its power drifted through the air in a brownish colored cartoon fog, reminiscent of a certain cartoon character whose power was in his stench, I hummed a familiar Ice Cube jam to myself, knowing that today most certainly was going to be, a good day.
I am not really an advocate of facial hair of any kind, except maybe on Bret from Flight of the Concords, who was not cute pre-facial hair:
But if your facial hair is refusing to grow faster than that of a 12-year-old boy's, perhaps you should reconsider your decision to grow it in the first place. Just sayin'. And, enjoy the videos. It's a good day, but it's also a slow day today on this here internets. We'll do what we can. Which is very little. But you already knew that.