I was out with mustache last night and all of a sudden I heard someone yelling at a dude named Gary. When I turned to look I was slapped directly in the mustache and a chubby road whore started swearing at me in Hungarian. I tried to explain that I wasn't Gary, but she finally said " I ain't talkin to you, queer, I'm talking to GARY!" Before I realized that my mustache's name was Gary, he had punched the rogue whore directly in the fallopian tube. As I stood there over the wheezing hooker, Gary searched her purse for coke and kicked her in he ribs. I like you mustache, but your effing crazy bro.
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