To prove a point, I decided to grow a beard. What point, you ask? Well, I can grow a beard in about 14 minutes, unlike lesser men. And I did.
See? I told you. This is just a few weeks worth of growth, and you will note in particular that:
I AM AT LEAST 117 YEARS OLD!
And hairy.
And I have at least two creases on my face that need to be filled with either Botox or Restalin or both. Or maybe some fat from my ass. I don’t know.
But that really isn’t the point of this rant/rave. No. Instead, I want to give you a little insight into my friendship plight. Let me preface the following discussion by saying that my friends are first class assholes. Not all of them, but a frightening majority. Maybe even a super-majority.
Actually, probably 99%. Anyhow . . .
Now, please know that I post a lot of shit on the Facebook, most of which falls on completely deaf ears and no one says a god damn word in response. Today, however, I posted a few full-facial beard pics on the Facebook. And the god damn Facebook-sphere lit up like an xmas tree. Would you like to know what my “friends” had to say about my beard? I knew you would. Brace yourselves to be completely and utterly infuriated on my behalf. In no particular order:
OMG You are SO gray!!! But I still love u
you look homeless . . . shave . . now. thanks
We think you need to eat and shave. You look like a dessicated Sting! And that’s a lot for me to say . . .
Oh! You were in an accident!
Why are you doing this?
Amigo if you prefer una barba… then it is your choice.. But I think you much more guapo without la barba…
Do you go to work looking this?
You need a boat captain hat and a corncob pipe.
Who kidnapped my hot funny friend. And who let that homeless man into your house? Someon call [the RDP] or 911 ASAP. This is an emergency.
master of misdirection. Best herpes cover up I’ve seen yet!
its an anorexic Santa! jk
Can anyone say Harry, as in Harry from the movie “Harry and the Hendersons”?
[My husband] says you look like Billy Bob Thornton. I think it makes you look older than your fabulous self.
Ernest Hemingway called and wants his look back.
[You] eres muy guapo without la barba, this look… well don’t hate me, is not for you…
Sweetie, you look a little like the hermit who wrote the manifesto…his name escapes me. You’re much more handsome sans beard, that said, it is a nice beard…xo
Ted Kaczinsky? Are you fucking kidding me? Well, then, I’m sending you a package. Make sure you open it the minute you receive it.
With friends like these, who needs enemies? Or an enema?
Now, I know that you are dying to know what the RDP thinks of the facial hair. I can sum it up in a couple of simple quotes:
It’s like being married to my dad.
Get that shit away from me.
Don’t you EVEN try to kiss me with that mess.
So, I thought you said you were going to trim that or get rid of it.
Not all of the comments were derogatory, however. No. My sister-in-law had this to say:
Nice bread [sic]. [No, I am not making that up. Bread. Fuck. Really?]
And a few others, who I have now put into my Last Will and Testament, had nice things to say about my growth. To my detractors, however, I have a few words to say right back at you:
Fuck off.
I love you bitches. Even your insults make me happy. Actually, they make me both proud and happy, because I’ve trained you well.
Oh, and guess what? I’m growing my pubes out, too, until I look like mother fucking Cousin Itt. So bite me.
UPDATE: Additional comments since posting:
I’d say the more u can cover ur face, the better for all of us who have to look at it.