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February 8, 2007
I Miss the Mustache.
I can't help it. It was growing on me. We were getting to be friends. THERE WAS A BLOSSOMING RELATIONSHIP!
That's all gone now.
Posted by kt at February 8, 2007 9:25 PM
Comments
It's always sad when you lose a friend. I had a friend named George once *sob* but it's all gone now!
Posted by: M.Dubz at February 8, 2007 10:54 PM
Mustaches are like fungi. They grow on us and are constituted of pure, unremitting evil.
Posted by: Ru at February 9, 2007 10:28 AM
mustaches should die.
Posted by: k8 at February 10, 2007 12:05 PM