For every man, there comes a time when it seems the threads of his life's tapestry lie torn and frayed, where dreams are shattered and he finds himself alone against the furious assault of the cruelties and insult of the world. It is at this time, when hope seems as faint as fog on the breeze, that but one thing can pull him back from the brink of disaster.
It's time to grow a moustasche.
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