Not quite two months ago, I had the terrible idea to grow a beard for as long as the Lightning lasted. Had I known that two of our series would go seven games, and the NHL would give us 40 days and 40 nights (presumably to celebrate The Rapture) in between rounds two and three, I wouldn't have brought it up. Live and learn, I guess. Next time, I'll definitely be coming up with some other gimmick for the playoffs, because this was ridiculous. Before the pictures, a few stats on the first shave in two months:
-One full bottle of shaving cream
-Empty hot water heater
-Three different razor blades
-A bathroom that looks like I just gave my black lab a bath, which would be fine, except that I don't have a black lab.
-More time spent shaving today than it took to mow my lawn. Not kidding.
Somehow though, I endured the shave without injury, and without much irritation. Thanks a million, Gillette Fushion.
|Looks worse than Stamkos' nose.|
|Don't hate me because I'm beautiful... because I'm not.|
P.S. If you want to watch the evolution of that hideousness, and I have no idea why you would, here ya go.