George Carlin's Seven Words, Weekends, The Beard...
George Carlin made "seven words you can't say on television" famous in the 1970's. Just so we are clear, I use those words, and then some, in my life as well as right here on this blog. I assure you that this blog will NOT be for everyone and isn't for the faint of heart, and the more liberal your leanings the less you will like it either.
That being said, any big wussies can stop reading here. And piss off.
Well, I made it to another weekend, and to another paycheck.
Oh the joys of life. I just received the new beard groomer I ordered in the mail, so I will spend the weekend charging it and plowing the field on my fucking face before Monday. I waited about a week too long to groom this time (I like to do the all over trimming about twice a month unless we are going out somewhere) and when I went to groom realized my existing groomer had shot craps on me, so began the search for another, better, stronger, faster unit to do business with in the future. Not just any groomer, mind you. These beard things don't take care of themselves, jackass! People think its easier than shaving have no clue. Maybe if you don't mind looking like Lucan the Wolf Boy or that one fucker from the Oak Ridge Boys... Remember him? I think he was the second one from the right. I prefer short and smooth (not Miami Vice, thanks) but still have to shave my upper face and neck, and shape the edges of the beard so it is all nice and stuff. Right now I am bordering on looking a bit like ol' Sadam when they found him in the hole.
I have had my beard steady since October of 1983. Do you even remember what YOU were doing then? I have came very close to shaving it only twice really, and not at all in over 10 years. It is kind of part of me now, you know? Like being big, pale and slow isn't sexy enough, I have to add the destinction of facial hair.
Jim
That being said, any big wussies can stop reading here. And piss off.
Well, I made it to another weekend, and to another paycheck.
Oh the joys of life. I just received the new beard groomer I ordered in the mail, so I will spend the weekend charging it and plowing the field on my fucking face before Monday. I waited about a week too long to groom this time (I like to do the all over trimming about twice a month unless we are going out somewhere) and when I went to groom realized my existing groomer had shot craps on me, so began the search for another, better, stronger, faster unit to do business with in the future. Not just any groomer, mind you. These beard things don't take care of themselves, jackass! People think its easier than shaving have no clue. Maybe if you don't mind looking like Lucan the Wolf Boy or that one fucker from the Oak Ridge Boys... Remember him? I think he was the second one from the right. I prefer short and smooth (not Miami Vice, thanks) but still have to shave my upper face and neck, and shape the edges of the beard so it is all nice and stuff. Right now I am bordering on looking a bit like ol' Sadam when they found him in the hole.
I have had my beard steady since October of 1983. Do you even remember what YOU were doing then? I have came very close to shaving it only twice really, and not at all in over 10 years. It is kind of part of me now, you know? Like being big, pale and slow isn't sexy enough, I have to add the destinction of facial hair.
Jim
posted by Jim at 8:02 PM
1 Comments:
Words don't bother me. Use what you think gets the idea across best. People all over spend the better part of their day making our language useless. Fight them.
Oh, and in October of 83, I was picking my nose and smearing it on my sister.
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