With a mustache.
The man that goes along with the mustache...eh...not so much. But the 'stache itself is a work of art. Think Yosemite Sam but black as a raven and a bit curlier. The mustache is singing right now. We are enthralled by its glorious sound.
If we could take a picture of this misplaced eyebrow, we would. Alas, there is no way to do so discreetly. You'll just have to envision this piece of beauty with that clever little imagination of yours.
The only reason we are writing this right now is because we wanted to make a Missed Connection on Craigslist, but we were too scared to enter such a public forum; the mustache is so worthy of recognition, though, that we couldn't allow it to go completely unacknowledged, so we figured my under-the-radar blog would be a perfect place to rave about the powers of the upper lip plumage. Just to give you an idea of how commanding this 'stache is, our eyes have barely even noticed the pink octopus shirt the 'stache's slave (man) is wearing.
We will never be the same thanks to this experience. May the 'stache be with you.
Peace and love,
Merr T. and Lo B.
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