I am rarely outbearded. Today, on the bus, I was outbearded not by one man, nay. Not even by two men. I was outbearded by six men. On one bus. Outstanding.
So I should be suffering from inferiority complex right now. Or is that beard envy? But no. I have neither. The reason is simple. There were thirteen Sikh men on the bus today. Of them, only six outbearded me. Six out of thirteen, of a group of people whose religion states they must never cut hair nor beard. Hooray for me!
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Did you all exchange secret knowing glances? Or is there a handshake or something? If you told me, would you have to kill me?
And three cheers for the term 'outbearded'!!!
ege: I can't tell you. You will wake up one morning with three feet o' beard wrapped around your throat.
Onders: Indeed!
Pfft. Wouldn't be the first time.
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