Thursday, January 14, 2010

Beware of impostors

Listen, I really like beards. A beard on a guy is like life's little bonus. I think every guy should have one, unless all they can grow is a few scraggly hairs. That's maybe the only situation in which to avoid a beard. At any rate, I'm not sure why I like beards so much, though I can postulate many theories.

My Dad did have a full beard when I was little. I was born in West Virginia. Beards are a sign of manliness. Beards are like coats for the face. Wolverine has facial hair. Lumberjacks have beards. Wolverine was a lumberjack!!

But I digress. Those who know me will laugh at this post and say, "Sloshy Larry, you're such a man." Which isn't true. To be a man, I'd have to want a beard for myself. I don't. I just want for myself a man who has a decent beard.

I know this is a silly post. But it emphasizes the greatness of beards, and thus I have nothing to apologize for.



















At any rate, I just really love beards. Laugh if you must, but know that I stand firm in my adoration. Also, Sloshy Larry explanation to follow soon. I know you're excited.

8 comments:

Jackie said...

if you haven't gone to www.beardothemovie.com you should. It's a documentary about the world beard championships. The trailer is under the video tab.

tp said...

ahhhh sloshy Larry...

Kaley said...

Oh larry. You are a man.

Just kidding.

mindexplosion said...

Beards are great! My husband comes from a family of 5 boys and they are all firm believers that you're not a man until you can grow a healthy beard. (Maybe that's a bit extreme...)

But yes, beards are awesome! Woo-hoo!

Anonymous said...

off topic debate going on on other med blogs is it ok for a resident to ask out a nurse?

shrtstormtrooper said...

Depends on if the resident has a beard or not...

Jamie Lynn said...

another reason why i love you so much...our shared love of beards and manly men

Doctor D said...

Ah, to be young and bearded! Unfortunately my wife doesn't share your love of beards and promptly orders me to shave when I begin to look the least bit beardly. Perhaps you can have a talk with Mrs. D and let her know how uber-studly beards are?