Yesterday I wrote about my poker face, which mainly consists of an awesome mustache.
To recap, it looks like this:
But my son, merely two months old, has already outdone his old man. He's grown a mullet.
He knows how he likes his hair cut: five on top, three on the sides, and don't touch the back, Jack!
The student has become the master! Now, if I can hold Pete while playing poker, with our powers combined I'm more sure than ever that I can win the Tanory poker tournament!
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