Every few years I’ll grow a beard that I’ll keep for a month or so. It’s fun to see how gray it’s getting and to see how people look at me. This most recent run started when I didn’t shave over a long weekend. I just let the damn thing go…
Not a pretty sight.
I cleaned it up a little bit, but it was still a beard. And really, who wants to put smooches on that bristly thing? No one. That’s who. Well, Millhouse did, but he’s way too stinky to take too many smooches from.
Then I figured I would roll with a Van Dyke. It’s not a goatee since I left the moustache on there. I liked this as much as the beard, I guess. Michelle thought it was a definite improvement.
Finally I hooked up the long moustache. People called it a Fu-Manchu or a porn ’stache. I called it my Cop Stache. I gave myself the giggles with my “Do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?” routine.
And now it’s gone. I’m back to looking at my big, round face. Michelle is happy about it. She always votes against the facial hair experiments. Emma thinks my face looks “so cute”.
Ethan | 31-Oct-03 at 1:20 pm | Permalink
Jeez, you’re old. You’re, like, a whole two months (and let’s not forget the seven days) older than me.
Tell me about your childhood again, Pops.
Michael | 31-Oct-03 at 2:26 pm | Permalink
We whupped disrespectful youngster’s asses in my day, boy.
Tread lightly.
Geroge | 08-Mar-06 at 6:05 pm | Permalink
Hey, you looks great with beard!, Forget shaving !