RIP, little buddy
Today is a sad day for the mustache community. We have lost one of our brothers. Unfortunately, Rupert was, (for lack of better words) a rotten egg. From the looks of it, he died peacefully.
It's hard to believe that just last Tuesday he predicted a boys basketball victory...and now he's no longer with us to witness our amazing play tonight.
Gentlemen, let's win this one for Rupert!
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NOOOOOOO!
What happened? Was it those damn GPAers? I knew it!
The bad men punted Rupert!
I'm in a glass case of emotion!
Did Rupert get off a final pick this week?
Who's he got? Us or them.
I say we have a memorial service at halftime this week.
At least he died happy. Or he was when this photo was taken, at least.
Kubas will have to read a short eulogy to this great embryo.
I'd say the smile is a pretty clear indicator of today's outcome. Or at least of how the stunt will turn out.
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