The concept of growing the beard, however, stuck reemerging during the Red Sox momentous run to their first World Series title in 86 years during the fall of 2004, and since that time, I have been bearded for more time during the year than I have actually been clean shaven. What can I say, I thoroughly enjoy my beard, and I intend to continue to remain this way for the foreseeable future even when Johnny Damon has shaved his beard and trimmed his locks to join the hated Yankees. (He's a mercenary, the Sox knew it when they originally got him so there is no reason now to be angry about it... fucken Judas.)
At the present moment, however, the Winter of 2005-2006 version of the beard has gotten a little out of a control and at the hinting of my bosses at work, the scared looks of passersby on the streets, and the weird offers of food and spare change from complete strangers, I have decided that the old beard needs a little bit of a trim job... But since I am all about sharing and caring these days... remember its hugs not drugs kiddies, I figured I would post a picture of the beard before the clippers are taken to it and it becomes a shadow of its former self.. so here it is in all of its out of control glory...

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You like, how you say, shaved?
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