The man with the moustache simply takes a swig of bourbon, looks at you from above the rim of his glass, and says, "Are moustaches out of favor with society? I didn't notice. I was too busy kicking ass and bedding hot chicks." Then he stands, his skintight tan, flared Chinos creaking against the weight of his manliness, throws on his 3/4 length brown leather jacket with the turned-up collar and oversized cinching belt at the waist, and begins to walk toward the door. Pausing suddenly, he whirls around, and his fist flies straight for your face. As you fall off your barstool, simpering and nursing a bloody lip, the man with the moustache throws your jacket at you, then kicks you to the floor.

"That's for being a wise guy," he says as he slips on his amber-colored shades and disappears into the night, leaving behind nothing but a whiff of cologne and the image, burned in your mind, of his chest hair erupting forth from the undone collar of his tight, white button-down polyester shirt. Somewhere, in the distance, a lonely wah-wah guitar wah-chaka-chaka's at the moon.

MAN WITH A MOUSTACHE MONTH: ROLL CALL
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