The Moustache Treaty

I told my good friend Dan about my new blog. Here's how it went down:

D-Mode: nice blog
J-Dawg: hey thanks
D-Mode: it will last about a month - then you'll stop
J-Dawg: nope

He continued to doubt my commitment to you, my loyal fans. So a deal was made:

In the day that I, Blogdor the Fiercesome, discontinue writing in this blog, I will thereby be obligated to grow a moustache.

Now- I did specify that if I am camping, or otherwise unable to access a computer for an extended period, that this does not constitute a breach in contract, and thus does not necessitate the growing of the moustache.

I am sure some of you are thinking that I rushed into this too quickly, and have not considered the real consequences of this oath. Fear not.

Behold:



I have gone as far as to see what I, and my close pal William Hung would look like with moustaches. I figure if I grow one, he will, cause we are always hanging out and to be honest he kind of just does whatever I do.

I know how important it is that the picture on the right (labeled for your convenience) never comes to pass. I mean I look ok, but it would for sure be the end of William's career.

So take this as my promise to you that if you visit this page daily, you will never be disappointed. Well... no, you probably will be. But not because I didn't post something.