
Consider it my own personal paean to seventies pornography! The flash from my camera is like the light of a thousand angels, all singing joyfully in chorus. Hallelujah, you goofy-looking man!
Also I didn't write a song about moustaches, but I did spend more time than is reasonable dancing about my home singing the theme song from Saul of the Mole Men. Hopefully that counts for something. Now, if y'all will excuse me, it is time to go out and scare away young ladies.


