I love the irony of the fact that I waited until it was fully gray… or white, as the case may be… before I grew it out.
I hope dogs, babies and horses still love me. I might have to test that.
I love the irony of the fact that I waited until it was fully gray… or white, as the case may be… before I grew it out.
I hope dogs, babies and horses still love me. I might have to test that.


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Fear the beard? Nah, it makes you look very…distinguished. π
that is very kind of you… and possibly a little disingenuous… ha
nah, you don’t look like a serial killer. I think you look more like an arsonist.
I will settle for that…
I checked, Canadians still approve of you, scruff and all. Now stop touching our moose.
no…
Beards rock!
yay
Of course, babies will love you, you’re starting to look like Santa Claus. π
heck yeah!
You look fine. π You should’ve seen my old health card photo… o_o :LOL
well now I want to