Why? Why is she back? Why did she draw this? WHAT MADE HER DO IT???? She doesn’t know. But it’s been a while, and Happy Ironic Mustache Wednesday. Just because she doesn’t always draw them, doesn’t mean that Ironic Mustache Wednesdays don’t just keep happening and happening, you know.
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving too or whatever. Yeah, that’s it, go on, celebrate how the pilgrims and Indians gathered together to steal America from the dinosaurs by killing them with blankets infested with meteors. Go on. I hope you’re proud of yourself.
RARR. This could take a while.
Thanks to the talented Coco & the stealthy Thomas, this Wednesday has been taken care of! I must say, that is one happy lookin’ ‘stache.
What if… what… IF… all the mustaches lost their irony????
OH THE HUMANITY!!!!
Even vaporous, non-corporeal beings love to be ironic. Viva la mustache! And a happy Wednesday to all you life forms out there. Except for the unicorns. F*CK them unicorns.
“I am the vapourest, I said that even before I was self-aware.” — Gaseous Clay
Some say that squirrels are the harbingers of doom. This fella’s ironic mustache seems to support that argument.
He will f*ck you up.
Because she loved Ironic Mustache Wednesday.
Because I’m silly, and she loved me in spite of it. Maybe even because of it.
Good day to you. Have some toast! Everyone loves toast.
If the toast is virtual, does its mustache really exist?
You get an organ, an ironic mustache, and a terrible pun. All for the low low price of a single click. It does not get much better than this, folks!
Take care of your ironic aorta and it will take care of you
Few words are needed here. I feel both great pride, and astounding shame.
Vulcan Mustache Meld
Nothing says Ironic Mustache Wednesday like the first day of Summer! Am I right??? AM I????? Of course I am. Don’t be foolish.
Happy Summer, Cheesestache.
Waiter, there’s a hair in my cheese!