Mustache Memoirs

Back before we were lucky enough to have Kyborg, UFC Mat and the rest of the clowns in the warehouse, Hor Hey and I would pack the majority of our orders. With help of course from Party Kate, Gums, Bruce and Blue. But during the months of August thru October the majority of time was spent filling boxes, not blogs. To put myself in the box packing mood, I’d always grow myself a sick ass mustache, the kind that Benny always runs for reals. This would keep me in a migrant worker frame of mind during those months. Well it’s September and the mustache is a mere memory, until today when this bad boy showed up. Party Kate sent it to remind me that I’m nothing more than a migrant box packer.