Stupidest. Fucking. Idea. Ever.

Me with a beard.

Me without a beard.
…and after.

I feel cold, naked and look like an absolute moron. The beard had been with me for a good 15 years. My mouth is considerably smaller than I can remember. I can blow air up in my nose, though, it’s been a while since I did that. Anniken won’t kiss me because it feels like she kisses a complete stranger - which, if you look at it right, is a good thing.

I will of course try to grow a proper mustache through Movember. I did a little test to see what I would look like with a mo when I shaved off the beard, and oh god have mercy on our souls… Please donate to the Norwegian Cancer Association through my Movember profile so that this miserable affair is worth something.


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