Stachen for Compassion
Currently Whitney and I have been bouncing back ideas about a possible "Beautiful People Rock n' Roll" party we are looking to throw down in D.C. We have considered my birthday as a date since it falls on a Friday and I've been itching to get out of this city. Besides that, Whitney has decided to start growing a moustache. You may remember that besides myself, Whitney may have the least facial hair out of anyone you may or may not know, but things are changing for him. He is beating me in the almighty race to puberty. This is an email I receive from Mr. Sweet regarding his new campaign for world peace.
Dearest Friends,
Once again I am sorry to send you a mass e-mail thing. I am sure you are all busy people and hate this informal shit, but deal with it because I think I've stumbled upon something good. My boss has been out of the office for the last week, so I've been able to fall behind in the shaving department without getting in trouble. Today I was playing black jack on my cell phone in the bathroom and I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror (I looked stunning of course) and noticed that The Whitness had the beginnings of a little moustache. It looks like everyone's favorite little guy's all growed up now. Perhaps it won't grow into anything comparable to my step father's (for those who have met Doug, you probably understand the radicalness of his moustache) or anything good at all, but I decided I am going to try to grow the motherfucker out anyways. Then I thought that it wouldn't be fair to everyone else out there! if I embarked on this wonderful journey just for myself. That's right guys, I'm not shaving my upper lip until we have world peace. Phase one of "Stachen for Compassion" has begun. Really the motives behind this campaign are three fold: 1) To rid the world of violence and hatred. Those things are bad and I don't like them. 2) Because it is beyond me that I am 23 years old and not yet famous. I need the press. 3) To finally erase Ghandi from history. I do now have a digital camera and a pirated internet connection in my apartment, so I will do my best to keep you and the rest of the world updated on the haps of my stache. If anyone wants to write an article on "Stachen for Compassion" to get the ball rolling on me saving the world, I thought this headline might work: "Confronted by bloodshed and death, one man faces these horrors with a hairy upper lip. Whitney Sweet is Stachen for Compassion,"! Thanks for your time folks, and yes, you are all welcome for me saving humanity.
Whitney Sweet
Just when you figure its impossibe to laugh, Whit hits you with something like this. Thank god I met this kid.
Currently Whitney and I have been bouncing back ideas about a possible "Beautiful People Rock n' Roll" party we are looking to throw down in D.C. We have considered my birthday as a date since it falls on a Friday and I've been itching to get out of this city. Besides that, Whitney has decided to start growing a moustache. You may remember that besides myself, Whitney may have the least facial hair out of anyone you may or may not know, but things are changing for him. He is beating me in the almighty race to puberty. This is an email I receive from Mr. Sweet regarding his new campaign for world peace.
Dearest Friends,
Once again I am sorry to send you a mass e-mail thing. I am sure you are all busy people and hate this informal shit, but deal with it because I think I've stumbled upon something good. My boss has been out of the office for the last week, so I've been able to fall behind in the shaving department without getting in trouble. Today I was playing black jack on my cell phone in the bathroom and I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror (I looked stunning of course) and noticed that The Whitness had the beginnings of a little moustache. It looks like everyone's favorite little guy's all growed up now. Perhaps it won't grow into anything comparable to my step father's (for those who have met Doug, you probably understand the radicalness of his moustache) or anything good at all, but I decided I am going to try to grow the motherfucker out anyways. Then I thought that it wouldn't be fair to everyone else out there! if I embarked on this wonderful journey just for myself. That's right guys, I'm not shaving my upper lip until we have world peace. Phase one of "Stachen for Compassion" has begun. Really the motives behind this campaign are three fold: 1) To rid the world of violence and hatred. Those things are bad and I don't like them. 2) Because it is beyond me that I am 23 years old and not yet famous. I need the press. 3) To finally erase Ghandi from history. I do now have a digital camera and a pirated internet connection in my apartment, so I will do my best to keep you and the rest of the world updated on the haps of my stache. If anyone wants to write an article on "Stachen for Compassion" to get the ball rolling on me saving the world, I thought this headline might work: "Confronted by bloodshed and death, one man faces these horrors with a hairy upper lip. Whitney Sweet is Stachen for Compassion,"! Thanks for your time folks, and yes, you are all welcome for me saving humanity.
Whitney Sweet
Just when you figure its impossibe to laugh, Whit hits you with something like this. Thank god I met this kid.
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