Too much flash!

Behold the stubble.

Behold also the fact that I have to stoop to get in the shot while the timer goes beep. I am too tall for my bathroom.

You have to feel badly for the competition, really. My follicles have been practicing for this for the last 20 years. Examine the high-res, if you dare. You'll notice a dramatic darkening under the chin.

That's right, gentlemen, the beard begins.


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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Words fail me right now, Bob.

I have to go...your photo made my son cry.


Sunday, November 2, 2008

The poor child is so ashamed of his father's lack of testosterone that he cried? I'm sorry, Kris. It was not my intention to make you look less of a man before your son.


Sunday, November 2, 2008

@Bob — I'll have you know that my son is a testament to my testosterone! He's a testosteronament! But to answer your question, no; I believe his words were, "Please don't let the man with the crazy eyes and utter lack of beard eat me in hopes that my flesh will somehow spontaneously cause him to grow a pair."

Kids say the darndest things.


Sunday, November 2, 2008

@Kris — My, my. That is a veritable mouthful of words. I was going to call into question his paternity, but clearly if he's talkin' that way, he is his father's son.


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