Earlier this year, I was in my beard growing phase. Well, I had decided that I will keep changing my beard style every two months. This was during those two months.
Anyhow, I was at my usual Bong family get-together. Bong as in Bengali, not the one you smoke with.
Some of mom’s friends complimented me on the beard but of them a major issue with my beard.
She: What is that thing growing on your face?
Me: You mean my manly beard?
She: No, that pubic hair on your face!
Me: Ouch! Is that yours look like?
She: Oh, you think you’re very smart, don’t you?
She: Fine. Whatever!
Me: Yeah. Whatever.
She: You look like a Muslim cleric.
She: Yeah, grow beards as long as yours!
Me: No, they don’t. And I have a moustache! They don’t!
She: Almost same no!
She: Fine, there is one more difference.
She: Your d*ck isn’t circumcised!
Me: What? Fine.
She got me there. What a burn. I shall have my revenge!
This is what I looked like:
The year so far: