Jill Y and I do not believe in smacking our imaginary kids. When I was a kid, my dad gently smacked me once and I’ve since developed what the doctors call “a healthy respect for others”. There’s no way my imaginary kids are going to end up like that and that’s a fact. The first time I met Thirsty Dave, we arrived at an impasse. As is the way with these things, the law of the land had its say:
I can’t wait until I can grow a beard!
There’s a store around the corner for me that sells fake beards. I’ll send one on to you!
Wow, finally I get to go first! So long waxing!
It’s such a good felling to have finally arrived, I would imagine!
So my goatee means I’ll forever be deferring? More degradation for the pile.
Sure a goatee is the start of something big.
Thankfully an image accompanied the quote because a beard in my world is what is commonly referred to as “a woman used as a cover for a gay partner.” Of course, the etiquette also applies using that definition as well.
This place id just soooo full of leaning new things. I can see how the biggest beard would win in that situation too.
Thank goodness we have you to detail out the social etiquette in all situations Bill Y!!
Sure if I don’t do it, who will?