It just occured to me how much I hate my beard. I mean don’t get me wrong my face has never been warmer but the constant scratching and weird looks from girls have got to go. My ferocious face bush started a couple of weeks ago when I realized that I was super lazy. I decided that I wasn’t going to shave just because I decided I wasn’t going to shave. There was no rhyme or reason to it, it just was. So those weeks came and went and I was going to shave but the Phillies were in the World Series so I figured if someone caught me shaving they would be pissed off because people are superstitious. Then I was all like “I am totatlly shaving my beard now that the Phillies lost the World Series.” But then I came up with this really funny idea for a video and it requires me to have a beard.

So I know what you’re thinking, that deep down inside I love my beard and keep thinking up excuses not to part with it. The truth of the matter is that it doesn’t bother me, but what bothers me is people pointing it out and constantly being asked about it. Questions like “When did you start growing that?” and “Have you seen my pencil beard boy?” have started cropping up and I just can’t take the punches.

So in conclusion, I’m shaving…later.

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