About one day shy of exactly three months of beard growth, I've decided to call it a day on the beard.

Sure, we've had some great times these last few months, but I'm finding myself stroking it like a villain in a James Bond movie. I'm tired of combing my entire face, and I think enough is enough.

In an experiment to see how long I could grow a beard, I've discovered that three months is my cut-off time. I can't imagine going on longer than that. So, until we see each other again my bearded beardliness, A.K.A. the "Brizzle" farewell.

On Monday, you'll see a less hairy Larry.