I like beards, mooches and facial hair…not just because I hate shaving (which is an effect often confused for the cause), because I think clean shaven ( and I mean in terms of fashion sense ONLY) is almost telling the world – “Hi…I am Plain Jude. Please be kind enough to take pity on me and f**k me.”
For the first time in my life, after years of trying, I am finally sporting the Pranoy Roy kind of cool silver streaked beard.
I am so looking forward to Movember this year.
(Seriously, unless you are Imran Khan – I mean the sauve cricketer and not the chocolate slurp actor who cant emote even if his potty’s passage depended on it – please try and get creative with the rasor – for the doggone Devil’s sake, we are not Caucasians, we are ugly Mongolians with face lines running like London’s tube map…mask that incongruity under the God gifted hair.)
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