And on the twenty-ninth day the mustache rested, for mustache had done all it could. Joy, laughter, crying children, free donuts; these are just a few of the things that come with mustache. It's been a long hard twenty-eight old friend. Mustache wasn't feeling well this weekend, so I took him in to the mustache doctor. The doctor gave me some horrifying news, he told me that mustache wasn't doing to well and he gave him a week to live. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed to the heavens(whilst pulling on mustache). Not yet, not until mustache monday you filthy animal. It's a sad, sad situation to see a mustache so young, so verile, to be cut down in the prime of his life.
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