Due to the disgrace of my clean shaven face and in order to restore honor to No-Shave November as it comes to a close, I choose to articulate the following:
(uttered with long, awkward pauses yet with spectacle and pageantry)
“To beard… or not to beard?… That is the question.”
For those untrained in the Shakespearean craft, I will promptly posit my previous proclamation with more palpability and primitiveness and with less pomp and prosaic presentation …
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“To beard… or not to beard?… That is the question.”
So, the question is, “Should I shave while on the race, or should I grow the most epic of beards?”
The dudes say, “Let it grow, bro. Fo sho! Go with the neck fro.” On the contrary, the ladies say, “Use your brain. Keep it tame or you’re insane, mane.”
Well, I guess that settles it. I suppose I have to keep it clean for the queens. If that’s what the ladies want, then that’s what the ladies want.
Wait just a minute… Did I just make myself less of a man by yielding to the natural tendencies and temptations of procreation? This has not been a good month for me…no beard and no backbone. On second thought, maybe I’m still undecided…
Any thoughts? What’s your vote? What’s your experience? Ladies? Gents? Epic Jesus-like-beardageness or shaven-sunshine-like-facedness?
