Puck drop imminent, and it’s time to check in with our scraggly soldiers. But first, tell me if this has happened to you: you’re at 7-11 getting a BIG GULP, paying in pennies as usual, and the lady behind the counter thinks you’re homeless. You try to explain that the hockey team with the Russians MADE you lock up your razor blades, but that just makes things worse. Some people! Right?
How are the RMNB dudes looking? NOT GOOD.
Here’s Ian, whose bedroom is as unkempt as his facial hair.
Here’s Peter, who is openly laughed at by children and adults alike.
And here’s Neil, for whom beard-growing is so easy it’s unfair dammit it’s unfair.
And then there’s Fedor… who makes us suspicious.
Before we do the Parade, it’s come to my attention that some people cannot, by the miracle of genetics, grow a beard. Women, here’s an alternative for you: Beardhead!
Also, some co-workers sent me this little nugget today, and I had to share with my fellow #beardpact-ers. They Might Be Giants, ladies and germs!
Parade of Stubble!
Looks at these handsome folks! Darbish remains the leader by a mile, but you can’t ignore the professional evenness The Horn Guy. Lindsey, I suspect is cheating, however. Thanks, everybody! Grow on.
C-A-P-S!
