Sorry guys, moustache!"
It ran out of juice. I shall take my leave now.
Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
Don't worry, they'll let you know.
They Planet
They want to look like their mothers.
I moustache you a question about this style shown here, good sir.
Not being retarded. Sorry guys. Poor taste. But it is what it is.