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It was my mission to find two fake mustaches and one beard. I ventured to many stores that sold costume apparel. I found every thing other than fake mustaches. Devel horns, wings, wigs, hand cuffs, face paint, and even a glitter microphone. It was disheartening -- Fidel Castro isn't Fidel Castro without facial hair. Fuck, I could have been Britney Spears easier than I could be Fidel Castro. But in the end we made our own facial hair. And I left for the party as a perfected Fidel Castro accompanied by my date, the perfected Yasser Arafat.

posted 2004-10-31