An Important Message From Frank Trammell
Saturday, January 10th, 2009
OBEY THE SIDEBURNS!
Good afternoon. My name is Frank Trammell, and I am a member of the United States Embassy in Sangala, Africa. Now normally, people would scoff at such a menial government position, but those people would be ill-informed. Yes, it is hot as Hell here – it’s like Africa hot – but the perks are outstanding.
For example, in Sangala, I am treated as a demigod. The peons know who they need to sway to get things done, and that man is F-R-A-N-K. If someone needs a new thatched hut, they come to Frank. If someone needs an indoor plumbing system, they come to Frank. And if the hot and cold running broads want some lovin’ . . . well, you better believe they come to Frank.
I know what you’re thinking: “But Frank, you’re not a very attractive guy. How are you so powerful?” I’m glad you asked, because I can summarize my appeal in one word:
Sideburns.
Yeah, that’s right. These Carl Yastrzemski specials drive the women – and some of the men – absolutely wild. No matter how much hair I lose up top and no matter how much I sweat, I am always in control as long as the sideburns are a-showin’. Say what you want about Jack Bauer’s blond locks or “Zombie” Tony Almieda’s Caesar-come-soul patch, but when it all comes down to it, nothing beats the Trammell Trails!
So guys, when you’re ready – really ready – to take that next step into manhood, you might want to take a page from the Frank Files. Grow some bitchin’ sideburns. Awesomeness will follow.

