The Beard

Beards.  A Poogie pictoral history. 

Follow me, won't you?

Ambrose Burnside (he was a Hoosier, BTW) - his beard was so good, they named sideburns after him.



The only symphony conductor who can't score with the chicks.



Who said this was a man's game?

The author of the Gettysburg Address and the Chin Strap.

Did you know that Colonel Sanders is responsible for that stupid looking metrosexual, sliver beard and artherosclerosis?

Longaberger's new spokesperson.

El Comandante - makes Cuban beard and dental hygiene look like, well, Cuba.

Somewhere, his mother weeps -- silently.

Shock and awe that's such a ratty looking beard, but a Poogie-favorite beard nonetheless.

The inspirational, societal indifference beard.

Why the painful look at beards?

Well, there are roughly fifteen days and counting before I retire the latest installment of the third trimester sympathy beard.  I thought it might be appropriate self-aggrandizing to spend the remainder of this odd post dedicated to my freakish looking, felon's beard.

Let's celebrate us some facial hair, shall we?

Body temperature 98.6 degrees -- 100.4 degrees with the beard.

I was going for pensive here.  I think we managed to do the opposite. 

My mug shot.

Beards can have parental obligations.

Beards can also repent.

 December 10th can't get here fast enough.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!