Yo, dawg. In honor of our mentor CPA-ONE: Herbert Kornfeld is our Mustache of the Day.
Suckas always comin' up 2 me sayin', damn Dog, we thought you down wit' tha gangsta rap, not no Chicago VII. I say hell no, I gots mad hate foe that wack hip-hop shit. Hall N' Oatz, Neily D, that band that supply air: now that's tha mad slammin' shit, word dat. Tha H-Dog listens easy, always has, always will.
Happy Mustache Wednesday, motherfuckers! We were big fans of our dad's copy of Chicago 17, ourselves. Peter Cetera was cheated out of an Emmy that year.