My father always chastened people to “never trust a man with a beard,” he did so with a wink and a nod as his chest length beard fluttered in the breeze. I’ve grown out multiple beards in my life, mostly of the Hezekiah variety, where you keep your face baby-bottom smooth, and let the neck fur grow to your waist.

It’s biblical.

Joshua Cockrell, the Aesthetic Czar of Jester King, brought home the bacon at the recent World Beer Championships Packaging Competition.

No word on whether he’s one of the beardos who compete at the prestigious beard growing competitions that take place around Austin and other, lesser, cities around the USA.

Cockrell speaks

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