Bristly Puns

Well, it happened again. As of today, it is December third, just three days after 'Movember' ended. My father being the manly-man he is, grew a giant raccoon-esque ball of facial content on his upper lip. Me and my siblings all loved the bristly lady tickler, however, our Mother did not. My mother had been against the upper lipholstery and promised to not kiss my dad until it was decamped. One night i over heard a conversation between the two when my mother demanded; "You raised the money, now shave it please!".

My father replied; "But... It's grown attached to me..."

My dad slowly turns to me as I tip my laptop screen down, both looking at each other with heads tilted at 45 degrees. Week made.