When the gentle, spring sun shines lazily through the morning fog, and the crisp, morning breeze blows gently through cheaply made, adhesive mustaches, it can only mean one thing. Yes, my friends. It is Cinco de Mayo!
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When the gentle, spring sun shines lazily through the morning fog, and the crisp, morning breeze blows gently through cheaply made, adhesive mustaches, it can only mean one thing. Yes, my friends. It is Cinco de Mayo!
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