C’mon Doc, next to the Titanic stopping for ice, that may be the worst strategy ever. You need a latté. Please Little Commas give to the Latté fund. (See bottom right hand corner…”Will Blog for Lattés”. You’ll be glad you did.)

I don’t know. I heard that Camille brought back coffee from her travels.

Camille knows Dr. T ?

Yes, but she hates him. I doubt she would actually share any of the coffee with him, which brings a happy smile to my face.

I wish I could reach you Dr. Toboggans. I think we have much to discuss. As for your theories on… I just may have to differ.

I think you’re right Lynn, plus the Good Doctor probably needs more than just coffee to stimulate those “nurturing” therapeutic brain molecules. (I’ve actually seen him sneak six kolonipin and down them with a bottle of drano)

The good doctor’s mustache seems to be expanding across his upper lip. Perhaps all his ego-stroking is encouraging is wandering edges. If he keeps it up, the ’stache just might swallow him whole one day.

Jenn, maybe he should shave (rip) it off ??

No, never mind, a session without the stache would be confusing. Patients usually gauge their progress by what side he strokes the most:

Right stache stroke = some progress, but still a complete moron.

Left stache stroke = no hope ever of becoming a daily functional human being.

What happens if he rubs the middle?

I don’t know. I’ve never seen him do it. Have you?

BTW Brent, that is the squirrel-friend face.

I’m getting the impression from reading the other comments that the mustache isn’t real.

RJ — those of us who have seen Brent in person know that the ’stache is totally fake. And he never wears a suit and tie in real life. And actually, he is a lot better looking than the Dr.

The mustache is actually a slow spreading fungus that is gradually claiming the doctor’s face.

I think he should feel fortunate, no one else would claim it.

Is that why the doctor looks as if he needs an air sickness bag in this photo?

Debbie,
Who is the squirrel faced friend? I am not quite tracking.

Karl,
your own mustache is exceedingly distinguished.

Or perhaps extinguished.

But definitely something squished.

Lynn,
The coffee is real. Really real. It is a genuine source of caffeinated creativity, straight from the loving heart of the achingly beautiful HCM.

RJ,
What is real? Can you truly deny that a glacier of hair is carving its way across the man’s face?

Or is just a trick of photons? They can be real pranksters.

Or perhaps a really repugnant moth has landed on the doctor’s lip. Maybe it has a leech-lock on his face.

Maybe the hairy protrusion is a super-intelligent alien symbiote and the doctor is just a life size puppet in its master plan of psychological domination.

Or maybe its just fake.

Debbie,
I have never seen him rub the middle. I thought that maybe you had. I bet DanDan has seen it though since he spends so much time with the Dr.

Brent,
You are probably correct about the fungus.

anonymous,
Brent has worn a tie and jacket before; however, he looks far more spectacular than the Dr. He always makes it look real!

As for my facial accouterment …”Squished”? I dare say no. Distinguished, yes! The mustache defines the man, Shakespear might say …the man the mustache.

Okay, so the squirrel is real but the mustache isn’t, right?

Brent,

Nevermind, it’s not worth mentioning. One of my friends calls me “squirrel-friend” and then puffs out her face like Dr. T (above). (Damnit Debbie, I told you it was not worth mentioning…Brent is still scratching his head)

RJ,

Both are real…real in littlecommaville anyway…

Lynn,

Now that you mention it Lynn, we should probably contact DanDan as he is the most frequent patient of the Good Doctor. (I think maybe DanDan is the one giving the therapy though. Afterall, Dr. T needs someone to confide in…)

an alien symbiote attached to a lifelike puppet. i think this must be what is really going on.

I can see a made-for-television movie out of all this:

Hallmark presents- The Mustache.

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