Wild and Crazy Mustache

Friends,



Behold! Steve Martin with a mustache:

That picture, along with a story about his memoir from his Cruel Shoes standup days (back when the arrow through the head was hilarious...best line of Steven Martin, talking about getting high, but instead said he wanted to get "small, real small, then go have his knees removed and live oblong in a swamp."), is available at the NY Times (and linked right back there).


The highlight of the article I'm including for you here:
"...he has been sporting a mustache...a little pair of ... Gallic brackets outlining his lip and the groove beneath his nose. ... “It’s growing on me,” Mr. Martin said of the mustache last month. “In both senses.”


Yes, the quote is slightly redacted with clever use of ellipses, but it's still clear. Steve Martin, King Tut himself, Mr. Saturday-Night-Live, the gangster form My Blue Heaven, the straight man in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, the functional retarded man from The Jerk, the daddy in Cheaper by the Dozen, and vanilla lover of Queen Latifah in that movie they were in together, has grown a mustache, and has gotten used to having it.


Pretty soon though, that tolerance will turn to regular mustache-lust, and Mr. Martin will begin sporting a bushy push-broom of a mustache. Then we'll see him on the arm of every hot lass in Hollywoodland, because ain't no starlet that can resist that kind manpower combined with Steve Martin starpower. He'd be an unstoppable sex machine, leaving legions of strange white-haired babies in his wake.


You want to know something else about the manliness of Steve Martin's mustache? He's had white hair since 1953. And his mustache is coming back stone black, baby. That's a virile mustache.


So we here at BOMM would like to award Steve Martin with the inaugural "Best Mustache on a Comedic Celebrity Over 60 Who Has Yet to Become Irrelevant or Crotchety." Congratulations Mr. Martin!



VIVA EL MUSTACHE!