(Wilco, Bob Dylan’s 49th Beard)
The beard is gone. That was quite an undertaking. I hadn’t shaved since New Year’s Day, other than to clean it up on my neck. No trimming, no other grooming, what was happening was happening on its own accord. But it was my Bar Exam Beard, my “playoff beard,” and now that it’s time had come, it’s time had definitely come. This is what transpired. Thanks to Will for the clippers. I hope they still work.
Osama Ben Dorfman
Excuse me, which way to the Torah study?
What do you mean, I can’t get on the airplane?
Starting to finally feel air on my face again.
The goatee to end all goatees.
Hey, guys, Ed the 3rd here owns Harley-Davidson!
Excuse me, which way to the Blue Oyster Bar?
Do you know why I pulled you over today, sir?
Back to normal, or, as close as it’s going to get to normal.
deep chrome canyons 