my own worst enemy

Beard Club

Friday, October 28, 2005

Phil calls me into his room the other night and informs me that he and Matthias want to invite me into their club. But he's hesitant about it, being all "I don't know if it's for you" and "Maybe it's not your style" and shit. So of course i'm all interested now. Phil, you master of psychology, you.

Turns out he and Matthias grow a beard every winter and wanted to know if I was going to join them. Now I tried this like two winters ago. I went three weeks without shaving. The result? A patchwork face of quarter-inch long hair with random spots bare like a dog with mange. Not pretty. Ask Ginger, she'll tell you it was a bad look. I tried informing my roommates of this, so they told me I should try to grow a mustache instead. I imagined what this would look like and was thoroughly frightened. Booter thinks I would look like a child molester. Booter also thinks anyone with a mustache looks like a child molester. Bad news for Purdue Coaches

I've decided to keep trying for another week, just to show my roommates why it shouldn't be done. I feel like Foster from Super Troopers:

"Where's your mustache, Foster?"
"I'm workin' on it. I haven't shaved in a week!"

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