Mustache Car Pool.
An eco-friendly innuendo I was looking to test drive into sexual reality after captaining a team in The Burt Reynolds Dodgeball Tourney and Mustache Expo last Sunday. Alas, Silver Lake was the locale and thus hipsters were swarming. I’d have been glad to let those plaid-prone players pile in; but the trouble is, you can never tell whose team they’re on.
“Is he gay or straight?” Spending more time on the court and in the game in West Hollywood, I’ve grown used to not having to ask this question. Rare does it illicit a desired response, but my poppa di’n't raise no quitter.
Not surprisingly, I scored as often as Mustache Car Pool won – 0 – 4 – but I, we, still had fun.
Always play responsibly: no glove(s), no (group sex) love.
