Hairnets

There are only a few select things that put me in a great mood: Daft Punk, Vegetables, Beards and Hairnets. In fact, the other day when I took my friends (Australian lady friends, mind you) to the Tillamook Cheese Factory I had a bag of carrots in one hand and my iPod in the other. Munching on those carrots in true electronic robot fashion I rolled up to a window bigger than my garage door. And what was behind this window, you ask? Next to a fifty thousand gallon tank of milk was a man with not one, but two hairnets. The first covering a head of long brown locks, the second covering a glorious mane of a beard. I was as happy as clam. Just look how happy this clam is!

I digress, today four of our brethren have left us: Luker and Nick are in Dallas with Paciugo; Cromer and McCommon are off to L.A. with Ford. Luck as I will now call them (get it? Luker + Nick...And it fits with my story) have sent us an update in the form of photos. Feast your eyes.



So, dear readers, I ask you to vote on the best Hairnetted Mutt. Will Nicky Suavez there take the win, or will it be Big Bear MacLuker? Both of whom neglected the beardnet, much to my disappointment.

Mike or Scott, if you're reading this, I'd appreciate something of equal, if not greater, caliber from you two in a days time.

Folks, tomorrow we'll talk vegetables...