Shaving: The Final Noshemblog

I've got a little story to tell. About ten minutes after I wrote the previous post about how I wasn't shaving, I was playing with my beard and pulled a hair out of it. It was an inch long. I immediately decided to shave, because that's just unreasonable. I snagged my roommate's beard trimmer and went to town. But not before indulging in some creative facial hair sculpting first:


(AKA the Tony Wonder/Guy Who Played In An Alt Rock Band In 1997)

AND:


(AKA the "Hey Guys I Used To Sit In With Fleetwood Mac When John McVie Was In Rehab")

AND:



(A sad little number known only as: Le Sad.)