The before picture:
(Notice the wimpy, cheap, little pink razor I'm holding? Now notice all of the hair on my face. Yeah. You're probably telling yourself that razor isn't gonna cut it, and you're right. But, see, it's all I could find in the house. I used to have this really great razor that I loved, loved, loved, and, well, I've been telling people that I'm growing a winter beard, but honestly, the truth is, the real reason I haven't been shaving the bush on my face is that I lost the razor that I loved, loved, loved. Yep, I lost it somewhere in my car. And I keep forgetting to go to the store to buy a new one. And then when I'm at the store, I forget to buy a new one. You know how it is. So then, tonight, when I decided that my New Thing would be a goatee, I thought I had a bag of those blue bic razors somewhere, but all I could find was this sorry little pathetic razor. Still, I didn't want to go to the store, so I started shaving. Now why didn't I just go to the store? Why didn't I just go and get a new razor before trying to use this poor, little thing? Why? This razor was made for, like, trimming eyebrows, or something, not for shaving a bush off of some dude's face. Anyway, after struggling with the pink razor for about twenty minutes, I finally went to the store and bought a real razor; then I came home and finished the job.)
I haven't decided if I like it or not. I'm gonna walk around in it for a coupla days and see how it feels on my face.