We've Arrived at the Moustache Party

So I know we're a little late to the moustache craze, but we're here nonetheless. Actually, maybe I was a bit early. Back in my good old BYU days, I was a member of the moustache club. Insert your evil jokes here about a woman's facial hair. We had t-shirts and everything. It was the honor code friendly facial hair. Oh gross. A moustache is an awful thing.

We recently went to Red Robin where Clark wanted to get a prize out of the machines. He's just discovered these little treasures. The one he picked today was...you guess it...a moustache.

I just hope the craze doesn't last too long...