Facial Shrubbery
Do you know...I've been called many things in my life.
But since I've grown a half-hearted beard over the last week or so, I found colleagues and relatives attitudes have changed enormously.
Apparently, I'm now a Yeti, a Beardie-weirdie, a slob, scruff, unkissable, Chav (now that hurt...) and, perhaps worst of all, Terrorist.
So if I promise to shave it off tonight, do I go back to being plain old Sergei?
Terrorist? Because I have grown a beard?
That's actually not very funny.
See hair for details...
But since I've grown a half-hearted beard over the last week or so, I found colleagues and relatives attitudes have changed enormously.
Apparently, I'm now a Yeti, a Beardie-weirdie, a slob, scruff, unkissable, Chav (now that hurt...) and, perhaps worst of all, Terrorist.
So if I promise to shave it off tonight, do I go back to being plain old Sergei?
Terrorist? Because I have grown a beard?
That's actually not very funny.
See hair for details...
posted by therussian | 1/20/2005 09:58:00 PM
4 Comments:
Bearing in mind your comments are only sourced from relatives and colleagues and not from your wife (who surely is neither) exactly who called you "unkissable"?
Security Guard. Welsh, about 55, and he doesn't like beards. Too woolly.
I think you'll find his wife *is* a relative, actually.
Not a blood relative, obvioualy, but a relative by marriage.
Yes, as a noun it certain does include spouses.
But that would have killed the humour.
Purple.
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