They all went green.
But St Patty's is about more than commercializing the Irish - it is also about growing fantastic beards. With the greatest of holidays passing by like so many questionable decisions, my beard was left Tuesday morning like a scruffy walk of shame. I promised to grow until March 17th - and with that date passed, it was time to depart from my face. As you can tell by my somber expression, the breakup was not an easy one.
Something tells me, however, that the future is bright...
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Kudos to a mustache that creepy my friend.
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