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I thought I'd take this Sunday to share a story about one of my great ancestors, a r?nin of uneven temper who was renowned for his swordsmanship and alcoholism in equal measure. The latter, combined with a weakness for gambling, was to be his eventual downfall.
On one fateful day, whilst settling down for dinner at a local establishment, he was confronted by two debt collectors who were as happy to leave with his head as his purse. Having already sold his swords to pay off previous debts, he reached for the only thing he had to hand: his eating utensils.
After swiftly dispatching his assailants, he then proceeded to sit back down to his meal, pausing only to request a new chopstick: the other one was broken.
This one's for you, you legend.
On one fateful day, whilst settling down for dinner at a local establishment, he was confronted by two debt collectors who were as happy to leave with his head as his purse. Having already sold his swords to pay off previous debts, he reached for the only thing he had to hand: his eating utensils.
After swiftly dispatching his assailants, he then proceeded to sit back down to his meal, pausing only to request a new chopstick: the other one was broken.
This one's for you, you legend.
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