We Are CMB

We sit in cubicles. We lie under cars. We make your doughnuts. We put up with much abuse. We run your companies. We act in your films. We pump your gas. We turn your beds down. We fix your TV. We sell you detergent. We do these things by day, because they are necessary, but when the nighttime comes, we are in our glory. We dine out and see another fellow brother CMBer, we throw them a familial grin and nod with pride. We root for each other in sporting events and elections because it isn't our views that matter anymore, it is our facial hair. It is the wicker blanket that hangs from our chins. It is that wheat sack that shields our faces from the elements. We are a proud people, and we are everywhere.

Let your boss lecture you, humiliate you in front of your co-workers, spit in your face, because we know inside that he is less of a man who bares his skin. So we walk away smiling because the bearded ones always have the last laugh. We always win.

December will be the beard and sweater party. See you there!



Z