We could be married and then we'd be happy. Wouldn't it be nice?

So I've been reading far too much about marriage lately and now I have that song stuck in my head. But it's better than those damned songs about the celibate life, so I'm keeping it up.

Speaking of which, some Girl almost convinced me to shave off the beard of justice last night. Only, of course, as a means of trapping unsuspecting young ladies into marriage. Nice try, Woman, the beard stays. But I did get some dashing pictures just in case it did disappear.

Curse you, Kool and your Gang! Celibate good times, indeed!