The pseudo-"will this cause my girlfriend to break up with me" experiment/I-need-a-change-in-my-life attempt at facial hair was a good time. But frankly, the amount of women throwing their clothes off in an attempt to stroke my glorious brillo pad of a face just wasn't cutting it. I'm a pretty guy, and although the beard was a hit, I've determined it was sadly for all the wrong reasons.
Cousin. This was supposed to be a mind-blowing surprise for when I came up to visit in the fall, but like most things I attempt, I got sick of myself and couldn't stick it out.
Now, the memories. *cue "Bye Bye Baby" by Bay City Rollers*
I...don't take a lot of pictures (nor do I have a camera). Rest assured, there will be a few embarrassing crust-stache pictures in the coming days as I slowly hack away.
*sigh, also doom*
4 comments:
I'm shocked and disappointed. The power of the beard is fickle but undeniable. Plus, it makes you look more like me, which is good news for you. I hear what you're saying about the women though, by no means do they throw themselves at me. Mostly they run in the other direction...unless they're fat...or have a beard themselves...or are harboring social diseases. As you would say, "doomsigh". However, I'm told our grandmother was known to say, "you've never been loved 'til you've been loved by a man with a beard". Now that I've implanted that disturbing image, have a nice day.
WOW. :)
Good my god damn!
- Salvage
Um. Any follow-up on this, sir? ;)
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