Ahoy, Mateys! As ye know, the Cap’n has many terms of endearment for his beard. “My best asset,” “my pride and joy,” “the love of my life,” and “my manly man flag” to just name a few. Hence, the Cap’n thought it’d be a grand idea to see what other pirates called it. Here is…
Ahoy, Mateys! So here we are, my fellow swashbucklers. Memorial Day is behind us and we’re lookin’ ahead to the warmer months. With summer on the horizon, many a mighty buccaneer considers a slight shave. (Only slight, ‘cause they’re mighty buccaneers after all.) Now, me hearties, I’m sure you and your beard have had a…
Avast, me hearties! Cap’n Jim is feeling classy. And that, lads, be a rare thing indeed. The Cap’n, of course, is chawing about a classy beard. How do ye get a classy beard, ye may ask. Well, fear not, mighty swashbuckler! The Cap’n is here to tell ye exactly what to do. (The Cap’n likes…
Ahoy, Mateys! Let’s go back to beard basics today. It’s easy to get caught up in the nitty-gritty of yer best asset; after all, the beard is an endlessly fascinatin’ topic to yours truly. But sometimes ye just have to make sure all of us buccaneers are on the same boat, right? Below is the…
Ahoy, Mateys! As ye may know, the Cap’n resides in sunny Southern California. But, believe it or not, it’s gotten cold. Really cold. Well, as really cold as it can get in Southern California. So all us Angelinos have hunkered down, staying indoors wondering how the brave swashbucklers on the East Coast are managing. So…
Ahoy, Mateys! Cap’n Jim here. And it’s time for another yarn by ye old seafarer. We shall continue our series of “beards in alternate history.” What’s that, ye ask? Well, check out our video about what really caused the “Fall of the Roman Empire” here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsRDXTc61sc Below ye can see that dashingly handsome devil –…
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis a brand new year. Again! Sometimes, when I sit in my cabin at night sanding down the splinters in my peg leg, I wonder how time flies so quickly. One day, yer a young whipper snapper and the next yer an old sea dog. Mind ye, not that people know that I’m…
Lads! As yer Cap’n writes this, I be just days away from me birthday. Not sure why we celebrate this day. Who wants to be a year older? Let’s face it, with the exception of the ultra-rich and the globalist elites who seem curiously impervious to meeting their maker, all of us kick the proverbial…
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season… again. The season when yer most likely freezin’ yer tail off and dreamin’ of summer. When yer bemoanin’ the lack of sun and suddenly understand why the old Celts worshipped that glowin’ orb. In other words, winter be upon us. If ye have a beard and live in a not-so-temperate…
Ahoy, lads! Cap’n Jim here to share with ye what we’ve been up to the last few weeks. We received an “invitation” from a certain ‘Lord Mayor’ in a sleepy Irish seaside town that shall go unnamed. A cunning, clever conniver after yer Cap’n’s own dark heart, Lord Mayor told us that the town’s…