I finally got the pictures demonstrating, in small measure, the damage that was done by the single bladed BIC razor from a few weeks ago at BYU. This image was taken before the bleeding on the cheeks and chin had gushed forth, covering my face in a sickly residue of burning crimson. It was this very image that the stupid BYU coeds found SO amusing upon my entering the dance. These coeds were of the breed that will likely carry a bag of BIC razors to the judgment after this life, and insist that Jesus shave to “meet the honor code” before casting his judgment upon them.

It is this type of vindictive, passive aggressive haughtiness that will ensure these very ladies a very long and very lonely existence of being eternal bridesmaids. (If you can’t tell, yes, I am still pissed about this… and yes, I still hate those girls.) May they experience the divine justice from above, and be forced to shave their own beards with the very razor that was so brutishly forced upon me.

Here is closer look at my hamburgerized neck-meat…

And finally, a look for the 3 girls sitting at that table. If you ever read this, THIS LOOK IS FOR YOU!