I'm With Beard

I was laying in bed last night watching the news, as I always do, when suddenly my late night TV watching was oh so rudely interrupted by the EAS (Emergency Alert System…for those of you are lucky enough to NOT have Comcast, this shit comes on, turns the screen blue and red, scrolls whatever little storm is coming on the bottom of the screen and goes EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE for, like, ever.) (Oh, and you CAN’T change the fucking channel) Normally it only lasts a minute or so and then back to whatever you were watching. Well, I don’t know if someone out in EAS Hell was out to get me but this shit lasted 20 minutes before I got fed up and turned the damn TV off.

I was pissed.

Then I started thinking about what I should write about today. Nothing had really been on my mind…

I mean, I could tell ya’ll about the stomach virus I had earlier this week and how my poop turned black and I thought I was dying, and then I found out that Pepto Bismal does that. Weird. I know.

Or how I put my spray tan on last night and went a little crazy with it. I look like I have some terrible orange disease eating away at the skin on my legs.

But all I could think about, for some strange reason, was Master Wog’s beard. It is huge.

And now, I present to you...The Beard...

This is when it was a baby beard.



New Years Eve, 2 years ago.


St. Patrick's Day, 2 years ago. (I know you are confused at this point...he has shaved it off a few times over the last couple years, and lets it grow back in all its glory.)



St. Patrick's Day, last year.


Because he does not share the love of the Internet as Jess and I do, most of the pics of him are like this.


And this.




I will leave you with a few of my favorite pictures of my love. And his beard.












Last, but certainly not least, my most favorite picture of Master Wog and I. In the almost 6 years we have been together, this is the best.