I wear a beard, mostly because of the eye-watering ugly it hides.
I shave parts of may face to avoid the Eric Clapton look, and for the most part that’s not a big deal.

Except when i don’t shave for a while.

See there’s this one hair follicle that’s clearly a horrid radiation enhanced mutant, which grows a single hair about as big around as a pencil lead. When I don’t shave for a long period of time, it gets long and thick and every time I pull on a shirt or a sweater, it gets caught on this hair, and since the hair is so thick, causes a remarkable amount of pain.

Over the holidays I rarely shaved once. I had no reason to do so, so my beard got pretty wild, and that included the Wild Hair. No big deal, right? shave, and you’re fine. Except for the wild hair. If I try to shave it off, once it has exited the skin, it dulls the razor, and then I cut a hunk of meat out of my face that I could fry.

So you have to pull it. Tweezers won’t touch it, so it’s time to get the needlenose pliers. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to grip this errant mutant with pliers, is a cause of some amusement for the ogwife and oglet. Anyway, I get a good grip and yank, and the bastard pops out along with a large portion of flesh and a few feet of my small intestine (at least that’s the way it feels) and I’m bereft of the SOB again.

At least it’s on my face. Imagine if this was an ass hair? Now you know what they mean when they say “wild hair up your ass”