Gentlemen, as we hurtle uncontrollably toward the baby-faced month of December, I felt it fitting that we stop and take another little trip back in time. Back to a time when fedoras weren't just for hipsters. A time when porn meant bare ankles and elbows. A time when the word gentlemen was more than just a satirical salutation for moustache-themed blogs.
Today's Great Moustache of History belongs to a golden star of the silver screen, Sir Errol Flynn. Flynn was an infamous womanizer, a hard partier, and starred in dozens of classic films that you and I have never bothered to watch. And probably never will. Nevertheless, we salute his sharply manicured 'stache, a style still celebrated today in the underground slam poetry circles of Brooklyn's backstreets.
Gentlemen, Sir Errol Flynn…
Today's Great Moustache of History belongs to a golden star of the silver screen, Sir Errol Flynn. Flynn was an infamous womanizer, a hard partier, and starred in dozens of classic films that you and I have never bothered to watch. And probably never will. Nevertheless, we salute his sharply manicured 'stache, a style still celebrated today in the underground slam poetry circles of Brooklyn's backstreets.
Gentlemen, Sir Errol Flynn…
Apparently, I am related to Errol Flynn, so says my grandmother. Kinky.
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