The sappy bastard that he is, the ’Stachemas Dove was feeling nostalgic today. He arrived in my kitchen, scooped me under his wing, and took me for a wild ride down memory lane, all Ghost of Christmas Past style. As we flew through the ether, the ’Stachemas Dove sang out in melodic cheer:
On the fifth day of ‘Stachemas
The ‘Stache Dove sent to me…
Five years of ABMGC.
Oh, and for the record, Pete’s masquerading lately as some mustachioed Christmas lumberjack, who clearly stands no chance against the power instilled in me by the ’Stachemas Dove: