The Tales of a Handlebar Mustache

The day to day of a red head with a handlebar mustache.

the-tipsy-toad:

echotangowhiskey:

rahbertmykul:

Where can I order?

I take old receipts lying around in my car and make those all the time. I leave it under their windshield wiper. 

One time a guy parked so catty-cornered next to my car that I had to get in through the passenger side and crawl into the driver’s seat. I shit you not, there was maybe an inch or two between the left side of my car and the front right of his truck. So, I wrote a note that said, “If you make love as badly as you park, I feel awful for your wife.”

the-tipsy-toad:

echotangowhiskey:

rahbertmykul:

Where can I order?

I take old receipts lying around in my car and make those all the time. I leave it under their windshield wiper. 

One time a guy parked so catty-cornered next to my car that I had to get in through the passenger side and crawl into the driver’s seat. I shit you not, there was maybe an inch or two between the left side of my car and the front right of his truck. So, I wrote a note that said, “If you make love as badly as you park, I feel awful for your wife.”

(Source: whiskeyoniceholdtheice)