All of my pancake friends are illiterate (Its hard to find good education when you
taste so good and smell so awesome. A lot them got eaten they were infants)
Date: Sunday, February 13, 2011
Time: 12:37 AM
Title: VALENTINES DAY IS COMING *deflates*
Tomorrow's valentine's day. And I have no valentine. (Do I hear gasps? Yes? Who wouldn't want to date a CUTEASS PANCAKE LIKE MUA? no one apparently )
But that's okay. ( I may or may not have eaten one too many M&Ms and chocolate coated cherries since yesterday. Probably not. I'm epic and awesome, I don't need comfort food)
I have decided to comfort make myself even more epically glamorous by growing a moustache.
Yeah you read it, I am growing a mustache. For those of you who are aliens and have somehow managed to hack into earth's internet, this is what a mustache looks like------
Mustaches are back in style ever since...well ever since Charlie Chaplin ( If you don't know this guy, you must be an alien who likes to live under a rock) made them umm uncool. We like 'em bushy, curly and black. Like Mr Pringles here --->
Mr Pringles was being an ass, so he sent me the picture where he dyed his mustache brown - but we don't want that. And because I cannot let a measly little potato chip be better than me, I have decided to grow a mustache as well.
But don't get the wrong idea, I'm not going to copy anyone. My mustache will be magical and sparkly. It will help me do those crunches and hand stand thingies during touch rugby. It will also save people's lives.
Mustaches rock. You see them on shirts, pants, books, mugs, my foolscap pad, on babies
And even on Ke$ha.
They are EVERYWHERE
Mexican dudes, heads' up. You've just gotten significantly hotter.It may have annoyed people once, but fret no more - growing curly black springy things on your lips' cool now.
P.S. Pancakes out there, please start growing mustaches with me so we can meet up and compare lengths.
XOXO,
The pancake who will give you a skittle if you ask her out.
Hi. Welcome. I think you like an angry turtle. :D
