It all began with a single man, a man of great taste and questionable sanity. He walked into the local barbershop, sporting a handlebar 'stache, and demanded that the poor barber "do something about this thing on my face!" The barber, a seasoned veteran of the trade, merely shrugged and said, "I guess I can give you a mustache."
The man, whose name was Bob, was over the moon. He had never felt so free in his life! He twirled and he spun, his 'stache a-flutterin' in the wind. Little did Bob know, his life was about to get a whole lot weirder.
Word got around, and folks started to take notice. They said, "Hey, that guy's got a mustache, and it's not just any mustache!" And so, Bob's 'stache was born.
Years went by, and the 'stache became a sensation. People came from far and wide to catch a glimpse of the majestic thing. They'd point and stare, their mouths agape, as Bob twirled and preened, his 'stache a-twirlin' like a metronome.
It was the 80s, and the mustache had reached its peak. Disco era, baby! Everyone was sporting a 'stache, from the Bee Gees to the Beach Boys. It was a time of great change and even greater mustaches.
Read more about the Mustache's Golden AgeThe mustache continued to thrive, even as the years went by. It weathered the storms of grunge and the droughts of emo. It stood tall, like a proud sentinel, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.
Read more about the Mustache's Dark Ages