Later than my long-deceased Late Uncle Frank "I Ought To Get Hit By A Beer Truck" Irrelephant, but more lively by far, it's back! And it's still kinda on time! And topical as...well, it's a topic.
This is actually me as Samuel L. Jackson's white brother, Irrelephant.
"My moustache? My moustache is the one that says 'bad motherfucker' on it. You have to look real close."
The more astute amongst you will note that I have gone one step further, in that I have shaved off the supporting side structures of my goatee and gone with the more classical (and more diabolical (think Lenin)) shovel-shape. Every morning now I wake up, look in the mirror, stare at my beard and say "You're a spade."
I'm a firm believer in calling a spade a spade, you see.
And Stucco? That's about as close to a smile as I get, unless a gringo is pointing a gun at me and telling me to smile when I say that. *grin*