So my sister and I are hanging out minding our businessOur dad walks by minding his own business tooSomething doesn’t look right and it bothers me‘He must have lost his moustache’ I tell my sisterMy sister has an idea and I like itWe put our plan in actionWe find glue and other paraphernaliaMy sister sacrifices her prized posession, a ball of thread. My sister was a cat in all of her past 9 lives.And voila! A new moustache for good old dad. And he never saw me coming 🙃
Call Me Fluffy 
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