Becoming the Myth

After a delicious Friendsgiving dinner, I was internally wondering why I still had a moustache. I then remembered that my friend Sara (a first grade teacher) had dressed up as Mario for Halloween, and since we were there, I asked to try on her costume.

A grim, streetwise mario.

I then found out that she also had a Luigi costume, and Chad wanted to play dress-up too. Since, Luigi has been taller than Mario since Super Mario Bros. 2, I had to change costumes.


During the changing process I got this thugged out mario picture. I also took one sans shirt, but it was even less pretty.

Chad didn't have a moustache to speak-of, so we had to improvise. Quick as a whistle, Chad had an idea.


Moustache simulation surgery.
Chad Grabbed the gravy, and applied it liberally to his upper lip.

Voila!
The Gravy worked like a charm, and the resulting moustache facsimile was nearly flawless. We had discovered the secret to Mario's full-bristled upper-lip-pixels. We went outside and Liza took some pictures.


My moustache-envy is painfully obvious, huh?


Jumping, of course. Damn that moustache looks fine.


Dancing, in the style that Mario Bros. typically do.


Damn, I just want to eat that moustache right up! Figuratively!

Here's Nintendogging in NYC.
Here's Nintendogging in Europe.

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