There are a few things that I am thankful for.
1) The Turner/Moen combination that I have mixed into my DNA.
2) The lack of dates in October.
3) The batteries in my trimmer which didn’t die while weedwacking through the forest that was once planted on my face.
Because of these, I feel like Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart.
This is me. Minus the man boobs... well... maybe the man boobs.
No, it’s not because I wear pink spandex. No, it’s not because I’m part of the Hart Foundation. I was given the opportunity to grow out my beard for a whole month. For some single men like myself, you aren’t usually given that amount of time to let the stubble grow out.
Just yesterday I trimmed my beard so that the brissels on my chin are long — it’s nowhere close to being like The Anvil’s triangle. But he was the first person I thought of when I clawed my fingernails into my chin and scratched around.
So, I’m offering this. Who’s willing to go as The Hitman and The King of Hearts next year for Halloween? And if you don’t know who I’m talking about, you have missed out on some great wrestling moments in the late 80′s and early 90′s.
There are a few things that I am thankful for.
1) The Turner/Moen combination that I have mixed into my DNA.
2) The lack of dates in October.
3) The batteries in my trimmer which didn’t die while weedwacking through the forest that was once planted on my face.
Because of these, I feel like Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart.
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