Todd ran away to California to become a preacher man. And I get this photo from Cali today saying he's my brother. I don't believe it.
Turns out Brother Todd and a few buddies are deep in Moustache March and, in the process, he carved out this incredible configuration of facial hair.
Call him Rusty or Todd--you don't want to double-cross him. Especially not when he's wearing those shades.
1 comment:
Brother looks freakin' sweet.
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