Taliban Time

About two weeks ago I had a discussion with friends at a sports bar about my hair and beard. Right around early 2007 I had started to grow a pretty gnarly beard, but I cut it because my wife said I looked like a homeless terrorist. All my friends said it was incredible and scary at the same time. My wife has been on me for years to let my hair grow, something I absolutely hate doing. I've always liked a nice clean fade on the side of my melon. Long hair gets in my way and is irritating. I struck a deal with my wife that night in the sports bar. I will let my hair grow, but only if I am allowed to let my beard grow freely. All hail the coming of the Taliban mixed with Joaquin Phoenix!!!!

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