…or as it’s known: anti-social gathering of bush-men, academics, nerds, geeks, and pipe smokers. It’s in Berlin, Germany in October!

Man. There are some fine examples of follicle follies on the web site, I give you the current world champion.

Nicely done. There’s a certain amount of courage involved in beard growth, and I must say this fella has “the eye of the tiger” so to speak. It’s sort of an obstinate, teeth-gritting sense of non-conformity that must drive these gentlemen to cultivate beards that defy description, style, good sense, and good manners.

And there’s going to be a whole city full of these guys, their beards soaking up heroic quantities of beer to later evaporate in the general vicinity of late-night fraulein waitresses. It is sure to bring a tear to her eye. Nothing like stale beard-beer and sausage breath at 3am. Unless the same mouth is also singing beer shanty songs in another language at ear-splitting levels.

Now that’s a fun night.