The Great Darwin Beard Challenge – Month 2
And the sun rose high upon the 13th day of the second month, the elder light shone down to reveal the glory that is five four bearded warriors. There was the Southern Fried Scientist, who’s mane flowed freely from the top and bottom of his face, who chose to be casual, yet classy. His Hawaiian shirt reminding everyone that, though they were equals in the eyes of Charles, he lived at the beach.
And there was Kevin, born of sand people, praised by those who fear bearded men for the power they possess. Revered above all for the power to exude a foul stench when bored. He who owns but two shirts, and strikes the same pose no matter what. Also, his head looks really big in this picture.
But there is sorrow in our glory, for though it was we who initially conceived of this challenge, we find ourselves trailing behind. The infidels who joined our ranks have proven to be beardier than we.
Well, not beardier than all. One coward has left our ranks. Fallen to the acurse-ed professional meeting, he could not bear a face that was not bare. David the second has shaved.
But tragedy comes in all guises, not the least of which is the grim woodsman, Irradiatus, who looks as though he might hunt you down with a bowie knife, Natural Selection style.
I am afraid of the man behind those shades.
But not nearly as scared as I am of this man…
“My name is Sharkmandias, beard of beards, look upon my face, ye mighty, and despair.”
~Southern Fried Scientist