Every year I host a grandiose party on the fifth of May. It is called Cinco de Mustache, and the only parameter for the event is don't bother showing up if you don't have a mustache. Beards and goatees do not count, they must be trimmed down.
I drunkenly made a promise to not maintain my mustache (currently in goatee form) from April 1st until said May 5th.
With a little over a month to go it is already behaving like a wicked alley cat. Every time I open my mouth to eat or drink anything in darts inside and makes a mess. I feel like I need a broom to shoo it out.
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