The Snidely Splint

Snidely Whiplash ain’t got nothing on me!

Snidely Splint

I’ve always wanted a mustache that I could curl up in a menacing manner. Who knew that it would be as easy as cutting up the end of my finger and then finding a sharpie?

On this ridiculous note, I now go to bed. 

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