The Disappearing Beard
A while back I started growing a beard to see what it would look like. Turns out, it made me look evil. So the beard had to go.
My dad was visiting for a few days. He said I should get rid of it. He was a smoker who was trying to quit, so I made a deal with him: for each day he did not smoke, I would shave off one sixth of my beard.
Most normal people would shave it off evenly, but not me. I shaved it off, one sixth at a time, from left to right. This is a picture from day 3.