I’m not a huge fan of beards attached to my face, but I tend to rank the beards of others on a scale of “Oh, it’s a beard” to “I WANT TO TOUCH THAT BEARD.”
Beard
He looks like the kind of guy who’d sit in that chair, running a comb through that beard.
But maybe that’s just me.
Of course, many other people have particularly wondrous beards, large and small, but there’s just one that I don’t even call a beard.
Not a beard
By now, you’re probably starting to question my sanity. I am, too. And this is just my second post. So now with my mental stability in question, let us continue with the very GOD OF BEARDDOM. I am, of course, referring to the late, great Billy Mays Jr.
Awesomeness.
Well, I think this basically wraps up my beard-talk. Go ahead to this website for top quality beards from history.
But wait! One more addition! How could I have forgotten Chuck Norris and Mr. T? HOW? I do believe if I had forgotten to mention them in the post at all, my head would explode upon the publishing date. I’m glad there’s that categories bar within the range of my sight.
Do Andy Rooney’s eyebrows count as beards?
Anyway…
Holy beard!
(Pictures from here, here, here and here.)
Thursday, 30 July 2009 at 12:09 AM
The ghost of Dr. Suess speaks, and on Obama’s BeerD ay, too. ;)
Thursday, 30 July 2009 at 7:32 AM
Must have been possessed by Mr. Giesel.
I don’t know something that rhymes with Giesel.
Yeah, I make doublets sometimes.
Thursday, 30 July 2009 at 11:15 PM
Andy Rooney’s eyebrows count as an ecosystem…
Friday, 31 July 2009 at 4:46 AM
Ooh, I see now. I was under the impression that they were neither beards nor ecosystems, but caterpillars. And then I get an image of him kind of just pushing his crawling brow-caterpillars back into place.