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.
2007:
2008:
2009:
2010:
2011:
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:
2 responses so far ↓
1 Bro Bro // Dec 14, 2011 at 10:26 am
I’ve felled trees with more girth AND more bristles than your pre-pubescent ‘stache! Great trip down ‘stachey lane though.
2 Blog Master G // Dec 14, 2011 at 10:32 am
Ha! ‘Stachey Lane is a glorious place where only the strong can live.