Though a mustache doesn't seem the most hygenic tool for washing your hands, trust me on this one.
Why no, inspector, I haven't seen a cat anywhere!
These words rhyme, I think I'll crochet something! BAM! A pistachio is born!
A mustache says a lot about a man. And a fridge.
I always felt my rude gestures could use a bit of class.
As a refined individual you prefer the truly luxurious things in life: crustless sandwiches and well-groomed facial hair. No one can blame you for having your priorities in order.
Handlebars deserve handlebars.