It’s Day 8, and I’m still in. $80 (and counting) toward the cause, and priceless amounts of intel on how everyone in my world feels about me and my mustache-in-motion. I am telling you, you never REALLY know someone until you grow a mustache. The walls come crashing down. And I’ll leave it at that… well, maybe I’ll give you a little more than that… just know that a whole lot of people a whole lot younger than me know a whole lot about 70’s porn stars. All I’m sayin’… Mo’ to come.