i almost don't know how to explain tonight without just telling you. things happened tonight that i am not sure i should repeat, but in keeping with the social experiment, here goes nothing.
tonight i chose to go to this address at 7:30, given to me a night earlier. it started off innocent enough, a few guys having drinks in a hole in the wall pub. then a few of us, all with similar facial hair, were invited to the back room.
they were all there.
tom selleck, burt reynolds, albert einstein, jason lee, former president theodore roosevelt, and the head of the table... captain kangaroo.
these are some of the Keepers of the Stache. a brotherhood with ties ranging from the american government, to the k. g. b., to hollywood.
bonds were forged, oaths were taken, stories were told. burt reynolds told about how in 1986 he was in a bar fight, and he killed a guy with his mustache. the KotS kept it out of the media somehow.
together we fight against the uprise of the goatee. i think we all understand why, so i shant go into it now. i will only say that i know this is only the beginning of my adventure with the KotS. and though i am afraid, i know that with great mustache comes great responsibility.
remember the shibby.
that naive drive to the bar...
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