knocking on a bit 'in our time now and have managed to break free from the cage in which they were confined by the champions of good taste. But nothing. A handful of glitter in your eyes to confuse us, a drip of testosterone and there they were, peeking under our noses.
The mustache the super Mario.
was the 80 who did not see them, but we were better.
According to many nonsoché give that to her face. Oh yes. If nonsoché means: -like animal that died every time you breathe you remember what you ate the day before yesterday then I agree. Then stylistically and architecturally speaking that is not on all the faces have the same socio-chromatic. There are people there with the mustache is just fine and it seems to review a Dartagnan-all-kisses-Perugia-day ... The problem is that on some specimens is the effect of: soft-porn-amateur-smoking-cigars-of-the-Sunday-morning-drinker-of- Beer-of-Saturday-night-suction-accordion-player-of-dress-by-Tyrol.
Eh short. Let's look in the mirror and let us do some self-examination.
And if by no .... no ... .. but ... if only for a second .... some frustrated genius of high fashion came to mind that is deeply sensual monociglio?
What were the signs of the end of the world?
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