I totally feel this guy.
I have a mustache, and it really is tough living with it. My mustache compels absolute strangers (usually straight girls, presumably with Daddy Issues) to approach me and ask "Can I touch it?" and often putting their fingers to my upper lip without requesting permission at all. I've had straight girls actually ask me if they can kiss me because they want to know what it feels like. Could you just get off me, actually!
And I am sick--SICK!--of people saying "Nice 'stache" or any lame joke about "mustache rides" or "Is that real?" (No, Ashlindsayennifer; I like to don Groucho Marx disguises when I'm picking up milk at 7/11). And people, stop referring to mustaches as "ironic." There is nothing ironic about facial hair, as it is both naturally occurring and universally recognized, and its growth is not the least bit unexpected as a human organic function.
This mustache is a tribute to my now-dead Mexican grandfather, Santiago.
I say he wins a feckin medal for that one. He was so quick with that response. High five, mister.
I like the security guard laughing in the background
The only hard thing about a mustache is getting rid of the damned thing.
Did anyone else notice that the security guard walks off with the first pair, then mysteriously appears when they cut to a close up of the mustache man? It seems to me that this video has been altered.
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