Who's That Fifth Up Top?

Once upon a time, many moons ago, against the starry backdrop of the Mexican night, a man appeared on the horizon. A man that would forever alter the course of the very stars that filled the sky above, behind and around him and the universe they so adeptly and methodically guide. What kind of man could have such an immense and immediate impact on said universe, you ask? A man for whom there is no adequate introduction, as the words of the English language fail to properly portray his significance, as even the most beautiful and eloquent verbiage pales in comparison to this shimmering paragon of loveliness. He was perfect from head down to toe, every delicate component of his makeup was pieced together with the greatest of care and gentlest of touch. His digits were all aligned and porportioned impeccably, and every limb was a glorious fit. The rippling muscles were but drops in this pond of aesthetic beauty. The flawless bone structure was a sight to behold, and his hair, oh, his hair... It waved and it bounced and it flowed and it tossed and it whirled and it bobbed in the most adorable fashion.

But enough of this insufficient mumbo-jumbo. The real indescribable beauty of this specimen was to be found resting exquisitely atop his upper lip. It was the moustache that was the envy of all other moustaches. No moustache in history compared in any way, shape or form to the outstanding pulchritudinousness of it. Charlie Chaplin had nothing on this guy, heck even Big Lanny was put to shame.

The question, however, remains: Who was this man?

This man, nay, this god among men, was known only as Moustachio se Buenos...

Moustachio se Buenos first graced this earth with his uncommon good looks in March of 2004, but had, since then, not been seen by a single soul. That is, UNTIL TONITE!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I, Daytona L. G. Splendor have laid eyes on the 'stache himself. He made an ever-so-brief appearance in my upstairs bathroom, followed by a few short minutes in the kitchen and then he capped it off with his final trip to the downstairs bathroom.

What was it like, you ask? Well, simply re-read the classy introduction I typed earlier.

Remember, you never know when or where he will show up, so keep your eyes and ears open for the return of MOUSTACHIO SE BUENOS...



Adios,

Daytona L.G. Splendor.