Right. It’s generally well known (according to an Australian Magazine, Anyways…) that Rotorua has the best trails in the world. We also have the best facial hair in the world. That’s right. Breath it in, Liam. Soak it up. I would have posted a shot of of my eyes but they were filled with such righteous masculine intensity that they would have punched through the monitor screen into your brain hole. Yes indeed, Liam..or anyone else. Think you can do better? Await instructions. Ah, I’ve had enough of you panty waister’s, I’m going hunting.
AH, FERK IT.
My computer is steam driven. I lost the photo I had taken. So, bearing in mind the completely played out nature of “pirates” I present to you the below. Liam, I got you a little something. It may help. Now… As I said above
1) Await instructions
2) I’m full of righteous masculinity
3) I’ve had enough of you panty waister’s, I’m going hunting (again).
4) There may be free beer.*
*Really**
**Really Really
As a ‘dyed-in-the-wool’ singlespeeder I sport the manditory mutton chops, yet I cant say that I’ve seen Mr Rayment (who also espouses the virtues of a single gear)with a set of ‘burns anywhere below his ears?
If it’s going to be a ‘Trans-Tasman Facial Hair Ballyhoo’ I would like to throw down an additional gauntlet, the ‘Sideburn-off’.
What shall we call the Matt V Liam ‘tache growing comp? The ‘Mo-down, Show-down’? And if it’s open to all BnC’ers, I nominate my Champion: Senor Hunnibell. (see image above^^)
Yes. Matt Hunnibell is quite the game changer isn’t he?
fuck me is that a significant abuse of copyright. where the hell are my royalties?
Royalties? You’ll reap the ‘spoils of war’ old boy.. or BnC can pay you a wage and management will keep the game day profits. Deal?
This makes no sense.
It’s good.
Yes, Mischa, I second the notion!
Fuck, I grew it, but fearful of its propensity to create a turgid, hirsute black hole of such power as may set about destroying man’s known universe, I shaved it off *
I put this to you then, yon Mr Rayment. A gentleman’s competition surely has an even start date. Verily, and of equal weight, said competition should also comprise of a fixed date of completion.
Thus, I move that we nominate two dates, commonly agreed, and known to all. The synchronous crack of the starter’s gun ringing in our gentlemanly ears, we shall strive for the glory of those powered by a quest greater than most common men have known; the gloriously adorned upper lip.
Upon reaching said commonly agreed-upon date, we shall compare notes, and the victor shall be known. O, ready the feast, good fellows.
What say you, Mr Rayment?
* In a side note, I quit my job. I wonder if I can still get through a job interview for a job I really want sporting a ‘tache?
On first said agreed date beers should be consumed in a gathering at a location to be decided… And on judgement day the same?
The tyranny of distance may interfere with that.
Skype-party! Yeuw!
Verily yes, Mr. White. I agree. I purpose the month of March being the year of our lord 2010 for the beginning of said engagement.
Start photo up upon this day. It is a gentlemanly contest we engage in, Liam. Be it known to all that I bear you no enmity and tho I will strive to crush you with the multifarious hue’d splendor of my top lip, should we meet er the contest be done I would quaff mightily with you sir, and all that you hold dear. And Benny. Please do me the honor of replying with alacrity.
Distance is nothinng… I am loose after a fixed ride hoime and a beer or 8 can be done distance yes or distance no…. I have no idea what that menas at this point in time.