*much scratcihng of beard*
Hmmm... yes. South of the Mason-Dixon line, no matter how yankeeized, is still south. And it's the weather that matters, not the accents you hear. *Winning grin*
Oh, and my beard is now becoming inconveniently long. Food to lips has become a very delicate operation. No Robert Moeller by far, but it's getting there. All because I agreed for the Starbuck's Xmas store, to dress as Santa, and I wilingly opted to grow beard and hair out so as to dye them white. The things I do for my art.
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