And don't you?
Don't you wish one of these cuties was your grandpa? Doesn't really matter if father of your father or father of your mother (not to mention mr.milkman), the point here is they can guarentee an aura of wisdom at your graduation's family-dinner-table just by standing there, with their wrinkled cheeks and tender "are those natural??" curious little brown eyes.
Just picture yourself next to the easychair listening to countless tales and lifelessons only a true experienced mustache can possess, then answer me honestly: what else can a grandson ask for? Original LP's from Louis Armstrong? Money for a hooker?
I'll let you wonder through the weekend, my little mustache bastard friend.