Man I want one...

In my youth, I had a wonderful beard that I took on walks and cared for everyday. I loved that beard. Now that I'm married, there's no room for my little beard in the relationship. Sure, you can say I'm getting whupped up on, you can even email me whip-cracking sound effects to your hearts content. I've tried to bring Beard back, and when you have to sit through day after day of "Please shave it... please?" and "When are you gonna shave it?" you think, "well, maybe she'll get used to it and stop asking". Now, I say this without hyperbole, after the third week of every conversation ending with a plea for shaving, one's resolve starts to shake. I still miss Beard tho...

Enjoy!