Every year, at some point in October I stop shaving my face, in the odd case that I may need a beard for a Halloween costume.
This year was no different. It got big, grisly and utterly annoying, but it payed off as a perfect Gorton's Fisherman:
Then it had to go. Good riddance. Everyone I know has a beard, and every girl I know is crazy about them. I'm fine without it. There's something nice about not being able to smell your own chin. Cheers.
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adelina:
OMG. The before and after is SO DRASTIC! I looooooooovvvvvvve it. :-D what did your chin smell like?
crazytalk:
Haha... Well, @adelina , it varied from day to day - some days It was certainly more pleasant than others. A lot happened in October. Eventually, however, one can tire of the game, "what/who does my beard smell like"
