At about two weeks the beard really became a part of me. We became good friends. Everywhere I went, the beard came with me. He was really nice. Sure, the people at work noticed us, but c'mon, this thing was looking awesome...right?  Right?

Everywhere the Beard went, I came with him. Sleeping on Tim and Graeme's couch: beard. Going to the beach: beard. Going ....anywhere: beard.

Can't a guy get a moment's rest?