It is a birthright in the Peltier family to grow the fur that we refer to as our beautiful mustache. Passed down from John to Chuck to Joseph to Tom to Stephen and now to I, Francis. It is not yet time for myself to pass the torch to Daniel and James. For first, these two puberty challenged individuals must prove that they have what it takes to grow a real, live mustache. Dream on youngsters. You have much to prove before you move up to the heavyweight division.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Boy Meets World
I am a man of many horizons. I am gold within the arch. I am the frozen in custard. I am the 1st of the sequels. I am father to child. I am the Grim in Reaper. I am the Bills in Buffalo. I am the Freak of Nature. Bow to me! For I eldest of five will not lose this years' battle of the mustache.
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My unquenchable thirst for mustache lore has lead me to you, sons of Peltier. I solemnly swear to protect the sanctity of your quest and spread your teachings one mustache ride at a time. Peace be with you, and also with your upper lip.
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