The kid behind the counter of the gas station where I bought a half gallon of Rosenberger's Iced Tea (the closest we come to a vin du table in these parts) blurted out, "Dude! That is such a great beard you have!
He was tall and young and wearing a blond bed-head haircut. Good enough to eat.
So I'm feelin' all kinds of kicky after that.
And he didn't even see my tattoo!