It's a mustache competition. So really, you're just supposed to grow a mustache and call it a day. But my baby don't do nothin half-assed! Ain't that right, baby!? So, this Thanksgiving, I'd like to express my gratitude for my incredibly dedicated husband, who always goes the extra mile...then another mile, backwards and upside-down for good measure, and finally punctuates it with a swift kick in the nuts. And yes, as a matter of fact, those are steel-toed boots he's wearing.
For some reason, he wasn't too keen on having his picture taken just then.
I'm sure we'll have more impressive photo documentation at some point.
A transformation like this is, of course, a process.
You look great, Rob. Really raised the bar for those "too cool to look awful" Hollywood hipsters. And I think you're right. The only way Tony can beat you this year is with a Hitler 'stache.