I made a Collection of Staches.
No. 7 - Master Roshi
There is a story behind this one.
It makes me nostalgic to rethink back in the late 90s early 2000s when I was a teenager.
At this crucial moment in my life where I started developing my talents.
Listening to Eiffel 65 in the background, * I'm blue da ba dee da da daa *, I discovered this old pervert guy (but oh how endearing).
It was through 42 wonderful illustrated volumes, which the last of which had this splendid golden binding. Thank you, Mr. Toriyama.
At this crucial moment in my life where I started developing my talents.
Listening to Eiffel 65 in the background, * I'm blue da ba dee da da daa *, I discovered this old pervert guy (but oh how endearing).
It was through 42 wonderful illustrated volumes, which the last of which had this splendid golden binding. Thank you, Mr. Toriyama.
This master Roshi
He had fragile nose veins.
He only needed to see the beginnings of a feminine curve so that his beard became blood-red.
I must admit naively, at thirteen in the discovery phase of life, I feared bleeding my nose when the time comes.
He had fragile nose veins.
He only needed to see the beginnings of a feminine curve so that his beard became blood-red.
I must admit naively, at thirteen in the discovery phase of life, I feared bleeding my nose when the time comes.
There are thirty mustaches in my collection. Why?
Because I love staches.
Hope you just enjoy it.
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