We’d like to give a nod to some of the innovators of pornstache, those daring souls that blazed a hairy trail for the common man. Nobody deserves more credit than Burt Renyolds, god of stache. Through backwoods adventures, redneck antics, speed demonry and the Whorehouses of Texas…the moustache persevered, never a gourgeous shiney hair out of place. A true example of the power of stache.
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Burt didn’t have me yet when he did Deliverance. Thanks for thinking of me, though.
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Gosh, your right, but his upper lip just looks shockingly naked as if it’s thinking of sprouting any moment. Doesn’t it?