"A man without a mustache is like a cup of tea without Sugar" -Old English Proverb

I have decided to compile a small stash of staches because I love them so much. Yet there is a fine line between a flaming hot mustache and looking like a little kid who just ate a chocolate bar. So here are my hots and nots.

Not.

The uni and soul patch thing just make it that much more hideous. We are not the three musketeers here. (Though we may be a mustacheer... that was lame. sorry.)

Hot.

A well groomed thick stache with nicely shaped brows and fluffy hair. Lovely.

Not.

Makes me want to throw up in my pants. Ew. I can't even comment.

Hot.

Not only a fabulous swimmer, but a fabulous facial hairer as well. And the semi-unkempt hair is just an added plus.

Not.

Far too triangular. It's just so thick and yet short and I don't even know how to say it, but it's bad.

Hot.

Yes. Yes. and... yes. Perfect thickness, and length, and it's just superb.

Not.

Yes I had to include a lady-stache. It was necessary. It was part of a contest so I give her a few kudos, because she had cajones, but it's still gross.

Hot.

I can't figure out why I like this. It's really very thick, but the way it sits on his face is just breath taking. I can't get over it.

Not.

In Brooke's words, "Oh Geez." Everything about this man and his choice of hair is unacceptable.

Hottest.

I saved the best for last. I want my husband to have a stache like this. It's the ideal 80s mustache of my dreams. Thanks Tommy for showing the world how it's done.