I seem to recall a story where Charles Darwin (who was part of a club that ate exotic/endangered species in college) spent a lot of time looking for a rare bird only to discover he'd eaten it the night before. The specimen they ended up sending back was made up of his leftovers.
Wouldn't it be easier just to have the nanobots eat your beard themselves? Then again, that's probably the "real" way The Joker got his rugged good looks.
"An excellent choice, sir. The '96 is a particularly good year."
"The Great Smoke Off" and "Never Bite a Married Woman on the Thigh."
There was a site a few years back that cataloged some of his more adult works, but it got stomped by the lawyers.
(ducks and runs)
Let's just say I'm sitting in the right chair.