Gentlemen, it's been a blast, but I leave for Panama City Beach this morning. And, while it may rain the entire time we're there, the thought of a huge beard and the sandy beaches, well, it just doesn't sit well with me. You know the old formula from the days of yore: Beard + Beach = BeardBeach, which isn't really a word, but I digress. It pained me to shave. I feel as if an old friend has died. Also, it's damn cold outside. Maybe I'll see you guys in two years. Hopefully, I'll see some of you before then.

Until we meet again, bearded brethren: Good luck and keep on growing.
McDooDoo

P.S. - Mackle, thanks for all the work you've done. Regarding your most recent comment, I was very proud of the mustache and prouder of the fact that my head hair was starting to match the beard. Thanks again.

Let the shaming begin.