The crew was at lunch the other day when we suddenly realized everyone had the exact same mini beards. (With the exception of the ladies and Tanner of course). It wasn’t part of an elaborately planned office-wide beard-growing contest centered around a certain month. It just happened.

We’ve heard how women who live together can have their lady cycles match up. Considering how much time we spend in the same room, we suspect something similar is going on with our man beards.

Somehow unbeknownst to us, our face follicles planned a ZZ Top party using a complex silent communication system similar to that used by bats or ants. Our laziness and general lack of concern for our personal appearance played perfectly into their plan and just like that, our beards cycles synced. Now there’s nothing wrong with everyone having a beard but when more than 12 guys have the exact same beard it gets kind of creepy. We all looked like a Phish tribute dance troupe. We decided to take turns shaving so this would never happen again. Take that beards. You’re not the boss of us.

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