The Schmid Boys

Lucky Week 13 + God = FUN!

I have been beaten up enough! Here is your update for WEEK 13! I know... I know... the posts have been lacking. I have my reasons but none are good enough to justify depriving you faithful beardies of your weekly bearding adventures and such.

This weekend was filled with a Schmid getting Baptized and Marc being in the same building as God (also know for traditionally having a beard). The two actually had a staring match (as caught here on a photographing machine I had set up for this epic encounter).

MORE TO COME! If you have beardface pictures... PLEASE! email beardface9000@gmail.com

It's the patriotic thing to do this April Fools Day.

I Repeat... DO YOU HAZ CRAZY?

for real... i ain't got the words.

more pictures, possibly a video, to come.

also, the week 11 pics i failed to post.

there will be a lot of pictures this week.

FEAR NOT!

I have been sick with the deadly flu/horribly loud coughing and hacking for the last week... but SOON! Yes, SOON (like, tomorrow) I will have NEW and EXCITING pictures of the increasingly disturbing growth that is coming out of Marc's face and neck.

If you have Robby pictures, please forward them to beardface9000@gmail.com

Stay tuned, true believers!

TEN: The Double Digits of Terror!

"It doesn't even look like you," I say to Marc following my taking the picture on the right. I hand him the camera and he jumps.

"Sweet Jesus! Who is that?!" he exclaims. The blue haired friend with crazy boots, who came with Marc to my house this afternoon, just laughs. Devlin latches on to his beard. He is not afraid of it. The six month old child stares at the bushy beard in wonder. It's as if he's trying to understand the beard. What is its purpose? Can I eat it?

Marc tells me that some people at his work scoff at his beard. In a mocking tone, Marc recalls past jibs at his beard's expense, "Ya gotta maintain, man. Ya gotta keep up your look. You're just dirty," and so on. "Please," says the bearded wonder, "what in your life is as awesome as my beard? hmmm? NOTHING. And WHAT, pray tell, do you have to keep up appearances for? You hate your lives. You hate your WIVES. You hate your jobs. I have an awesome beard. I think we know who the winner is here... ME."

I laugh. Devlin gives his Uncle Marc's beard a good tug. "Yes, it's real," he seems to confirm.

The house grows quiet for a moment. The dogs have accepted the strange blue haired girl for the moment. Marc takes a deep breath. He launches into a story of a video game tournament he was in recently. Super Smash Brothers or something. Anyway, at some point he has to go up against a young girl who has brought along her even younger sister. The gaming action was intense and Marc's beard was sweating profusely. Then, without warning, the young girl won her match. She would now be going up against Marc in the next round. Her little sister walks up to Marc and asks him how old he is. "What does that have to do with anything," Marc replies while ringing out his beard.

"You have a beard."
"Sooo..."
"You're going to win."

Marc took this in while the little sister ran off to take care of the young girl who had apparently gone to vomit and cry upon learning that she'll be playing Marc soon.






Amen, brother. Amen.

Marching into week 9!

This week, as the bead becomes great a bushy, we here at beardface9000 would like to offer this word of advise/warning...

IF you are in weekly update picture with Marc or Robby AND you are Brian F., THEN you will be EITHER: a) Butterflied OR b) Flowered

Take heed.



BUT! if you are a hot chick and want to be featured on BF9K, please take a scantily-clad picture of yourself with Marc or Robby (with Robby's girlfriend's permission, of course.) and email it to us at beardface9000@gmail.com. You too, could be nearly famous with your friends and the bearding community