"Why Joe Dicky, you look as though someone's just walked across your grave."
Recently our 4 apples tall friend Rich "Dicky" Dillen announced his 2013 plans and collaboration with the Faster Mustachely Crüe. However, his "stache" lasted all of about 23 hours. Maybe even only as long as to snap a blurry photograph. Today he reached his tiny little man arms out and jabbed at me across the innerweb. What he failed to realize was all the stache power I wield compared to his Joe Dirt-ness.
Lil' Dirty Joe Dicky.
So after a month or so of growing Dicky has accumulated enough lip fur to play Joe Dirt or a young Chachi Arcola. Not two very iconic or manly mustache-y roles.
Ironic, maybe.
No, for manly mustache rolls we can look to pretty much one or two films for inspiration. Such as Tombstone. Who could argue against Sam Elliot's massive walrus stache? It'd take a lot of lip rogaine for Dickster to rock one of those.
Hell, Elliot can even rock the stache without a character base to play from. Or what about lowly Curly Bill? Sure he is a smarmy bastard like Dicky, but his lip brow packs more punch than Dicky's wee peach fuzz ever could, smarm or no smarm.
Then there are my two favorite stach-i of the cinema, Johnny Ringo and Doc Holiday. Like I've said before, you may be Faster, but Mustache? You'd be a daisy if you do, Mr. Dillen.
"I'm your huckleberry."
Then there is Viper. The Top Gun starring stache of Mr. Tom Skerritt. A stache so macho it could have secured Normandy all on its own. No one messed with Viper, not because of his flying prowess, but for fear of upsetting the stache.
Don't upset the stache, Dicky. Don't upset the stache.
1 comment:
You have a very small chin.
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