Originally Posted by green goblin
On my 21st birthday I read an article detailling how man hours of my life I would waste in shaving, and so I took the bold step of growing a beard.
It grew up fast enough over the next two months, except that my beard was dark brown, whilst to the delight and amsuement of all, my moustache was a dark strawberry blonde. The effect made me look not unlike Manfred Mann, or Abe Lincoln.
In desperation I used my sisters mascara in order to get the moustache the same colour as the beard, and set off down the pub. I was halfway through the first pint when the words "Waterproof" entered my head, just as I realised that everyone was laughing at my moustache, which was now melting. I went home an shaved the b*stard thing off there and then, returning later in the evening with plasters all over my face.
:o