I just realized that my Kaiser entry is sitting two posts up from my own ridiculous photo. Irony, thy name is Kaiser

I had a Sheldon reader e-mail me today, asking "which Kaiser" I meant in Thursday's strip. Let's be honest: When it comes to dopey facial hair, most any Kaiser offers a solid choice. It was almost a prerequisite for getting the job. But for my money, you can't beat the ridiculous, ridiculous chops on Wilhelm I.

Not a lot of ladies swooning when this dude walks in with his sails unfurled on both cheeks.