Beards. Also, climbing

Sep 02, 2006 12:17

There's this guy at work... let's call him phil. And he's got this outrageous beard that I can't help but focus on every time he tries to talk to me. I look at that guy's beard sometimes and I'm like "hot jeez... if beards could talk, that one would swear a solid 5 times every sentence". I mean, it's a badass beard, you know what I mean? It doesn't look so much like a beard as it does some sort of alien entity attempting a climb up towards his face to claim control over his brain.

And I haven't got any problem with any beards. Let's face it, a cool beard is a cool beard, nuff said...





But it's just that this one... frickin... mbleh. Plus he always has peices of food and whatnot in there. Makes me wonder what else he has in there...


And in other news, my kind, loving mother saw me climbing the wall of my house the other day, and she kind of freaked out. The first thing she said was "One of these days you're going to fall off of that wall and break your back and you'll be a cripple forever." Then she just kind of went inside. She kind of shatters my confidence whenever possible. It's kind of her thing that she does. Besides, it's not like I'm doing something that dangerous. I'm going to leave you with a clip of a guy who does do things that really are pretty fricking dangerous.
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