The glorious beard

I just want to take a moment to pause and remember the glorious beard that graced my mug in 2012. I lost my dear friend when he sacrificed himself for the mighty movember cause.

He's returned, a little more restrained, but I don't think I'll get my Islamist facial hair back on again. It was good while it happened, it was a close, warm, hairy friend, but it's time for more restrained hipster beard (no trash curls).