Senor Bigote, a young Peruvian, walked down the road, kicking a rock as he went along. Why didn't he have a mustache like all of the other young llama herders? He ran his fingers on the empty space under his nose. He couldn't believe he shaved that beautiful mustache. His missed its sexilicious Spanish flair. But, anything for his girl. Sure, she was demanding, that golddigger, and a bit ugly. At least he was getting every boy's dream: sex whenever he wished. Senor Bigote was elated. No, he was more than that. That kid whipped his whitey tighties off faster than ever and jumped right into bed. All of the other kids at school were going to be so jealous come Monday morning. That monday, no one could believe it grew back. The boys wanted some of his genes, all the girls wanted to date him (all but his current slut). Life was perfect. At least until the mustache grew into a raging monster...

THE END

By Lorna and Kimmy on 16/07/09.

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