I think mutton chops are really cool and would totally grow them if I could, but I heard from a very reliable source (she seemed legit) that they are only for rednecks.
They also seem to make one very strong, as I know of at least two people with chops who are hella strong.
So, mutton chops, good to go or only for schoolbus dwelling hillfolk?
Also…
How much can I expect my total to improve if I grow muttonchops and can this be done by using some sort of mutton chop prosthesis?
Attached find an image of General Burnside, the once gubernatorial chops of Rhode Island (freakin’ sweet, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) and the facial hair that set the style.
You don’t just decide to grow chops like that on a whim. We’re talking a serious time and effort commitment here…like getting a PhD in Molecular Biology. Are you prepared to make the personal sacrifices necessary to cultivate that rugged look? You’ll have to assemble a team of styling products that you never knew existed…Ol’ Ezekial’s 3 in 1 Chop Wax/Gout Elixir/Coloured People repellant, for starters.
[quote]PimpBot5000 wrote:
You don’t just decide to grow chops like that on a whim. We’re talking a serious time and effort commitment here…like getting a PhD in Molecular Biology. Are you prepared to make the personal sacrifices necessary to cultivate that rugged look? You’ll have to assemble a team of styling products that you never knew existed…Ol’ Ezekial’s 3 in 1 Chop Wax/Gout Elixir/Coloured People repellant, for starters.
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I saw a guy with Mutton Chops recently. He worked in a bike repair shop. I immediately pictured him riding one of those old-timey bikes with the giant front wheel.
If you’re going to go Mutton Chop, you’ve got to go all the way.
[quote]Uncle Gabby wrote:
I saw a guy with Mutton Chops recently. He worked in a bike repair shop. I immediately pictured him riding one of those old-timey bikes with the giant front wheel.
If you’re going to go Mutton Chop, you’ve got to go all the way.[/quote]
I saw a guy with chops last summer. He was probably in his late 40s or early 50s… and with his mom at the supermarket. He was really sweaty, had on big black workboots, polyester pants and a white t-shirt, slickback hair and he smelled really bad. Almost salty. I couldn’t stand the sight or smell of him whenever we crossed paths in the aisles. Kind of ruined my day.