MrFribbles

I'm afraid to look behind me, in case there's a monster in my closet. My beard knows no such fear.

The chin that grows my beard is now 22 years old. Sadly, my beard does not have that same luxury.

I'm I scared? Shocked? Strangely amused? Only my beard knows.

I had the great honor of meeting a certain website's creator. As you can see, my beard and I were both very excited.

The end of the school year leaves me and my beard... Contemplative? Or at least, poorly lit.