Lord Greystoke received the hawk-nosed, gray mustached
soldier in his library, and after a dozen words the two men had formed a mutual esteem that was to endure through life.
With elbows braced back, hands clenched near his armpits, and chest protruded, he scudded along, while close at his heels lumbered a large-limbed, heavy, yellow mustached
young man, who seemed to feel the exercise a good deal more than his senior.
This animal, along with another mangabey and 4 mustached
guenons (Cercopithecus cephus), was imported from its native Africa to Thailand for the pet trade.
2, 2014 /PRNewswire/ -- As the world's leading facial hair advocacy organization and think tank today opened voting for the Robert Goulet Memorial Mustached
American of the Year, the American Mustache Institute (AMI) confirmed it will bring its annual charitable benefit C along with a bastion of rugged good looks C to Richmond, Virginia, in late October.
Utilizing big data imaging of more than 150 million photos and encompassing more than 6,000 cities, Jetpac City Guides curates Instagram's public photos to help users find everything from the top bars with women wearing lipstick to coffee shops full of mustached
men to the restaurants with the best views.
In the skit, the popular actor reprises his role as mustached
hero Ron Burgundy and purposely mispronounces the Taoiseach's name.
With AMI's annual charitable event and celebration of the sexually dynamic Mustached
American lifestyle set to be held Saturday in Pittsburgh, Costello will depart on bicycle from the nation's capital carrying an envelope with the name of the winner of AMI's 2013 Robert Goulet Memorial Mustached
American of the Year - which Dr.
I guess we'll chalk one up for our mustached
He appeared with the Sadler's Wells Company playing a beefy mustached
palace guard and literally died on stage, a role he found quite easy.
Most people know Salvador Dali as the peculiarly mustached
surrealist painter of drooping clocks.
But it's hard to be afraid of a mustached
man in a cape, and one particular scene -- in which Mina is on her knees drinking blood from Dracula's abdomen -- is downright awkward.
During one of my many cafe visits last summer, a Syrian I was working with discreetly motioned toward a well-dressed, mustached
man sitting in a corner, smoking and tapping away on a laptop.