Hilleary Lied and My Beard Died
With all due respect to my blogging/life partner, this explanation is no more credible than if she claimed to be establishing a model democracy in the middle of my face. Whatever after-the-fact justifications H might provide in order to maintain public support for her bellicose position, it is clear to me---and, I think, to any reasonable observer---that the intelligence and facts were being fixed around the policy of removing my beard.
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I would agree with that, but I think that the accumulation of points H put together - presumably truth - clearly neccessitated the removal of the beard. I don't think we'll all find out in six months that you didn't actually have any food in your beard or a scratchy neck. Speaking of hair, mine is shaggy and my barber's fled the country.
Your beard posed an imminent threat to the security of all around you. Decisive action had to be taken. We're not going to let you second-guess the vital efforts taken to protect us all.
Ok, this husband and wife blogging thing has the potential for great cuteness. Like kitten cuteness. Like totoro cuteness.
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