mustachio

What's that on the top of your lip? Left over chocolate mousse? A catapillar sleeping? A localised herpes outbreak? Good, as all are preferable to the mustache. What kind of person chooses to have one of these? Hitler? Tom Selleck? Who? And you know they look in the mirror and think, 'Oh yeh! Come to Pappa!' I've never understood them, they unnerve me. The more I look at a mustache, the more wrong it seems. Like when you look at a word for too long, and the letters begin to radiate their individuality and you think, that can't be how you spell children, and you look it up in the dictionary and that looks wrong too, and then you look at the word dictionary and think... no... dictionary? Isn't that like a fascist canary? Well anyway, that's how I feel about mustaches. Especially on women.