Like Samson, we derive our incredible power and tireless energies from these incredibly sexy caterpillars inching along the top of our lips. We could never have been able to move these hundreds of boxes more than a half-dozen times if it weren't for the hairy prowess of our newfound friends.
Yes, all the 211th MPAD males have succumb to the mystical calling of this seductive generator of power and suaveness. Look out world. Stand aside Frank Zappa and Salvador Dali. We have come to claim our title of "head honcho big cheese supremo PAO gurus with a little 'stache on top" here in Baghdad. Even Jason Giambi would vote for us, so don't forget to scroll down and cast your poll vote.