Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Bathroom Monologue: Yes, I know it means other things

Dear Lee,

I know we're no good for each other. Your fiancé hates me, understandably. Is her rash gone yet?

But damn her. No matter how hard I try, I can't stay away. Your cheeks, your chin, that dimple in your upper lip. By 5:00 I'm powerless, climbing all over your face.

We look good together, Lee. We're meant to be. Can't we make this work?

Sincerely,
Your beard

6 comments:

  1. Dammit, Tim! You can't fight fate. Or nature. Or facial hair.

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  2. This may or may not be an extension of my angst over growing back my beard.

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  3. I lost my beard to the wife, it's growing back nicely but will have to be shaved again before Easter.

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  4. That's so funny - my story over at the NOT is about a beard...

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