Thursday, November 03, 2005
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Consider this my official resignation from the Beard Club. Actually, I quit last Saturday right before we went out for Maria's birthday dinner. You can see how far I progressed in the club in the pictures above. That's a week's worth of not shaving. I swear. It was so little that my roommates didn't notice I had shaved it off until well into the dinner that night.
I'm not going to complain. I can only imagine what people like Stitch must have to endure with massive razor-burn every morning (not to mention having the emotions of a pregnant woman on steroids, during her period).
If you're calling me a quitter, well then mister, you're right. But I'm a quitter who's going to get a lot more kisses this this weekend from his girlfriend because he shaved. I think that makes me a winner.
And they say quitters never win.
Major props for attempting the beard desipte certain failure, maybe one day it will come in... But a clean face will get more kisses. In your case, I would say 40% more kisses. :)
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