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I grew a beard recently for a lady-friend, who likes them. It took me a month. I'm not crazy about it, especially just after bathing when there's like, fucking water dibbling out of it, which is, of course, the most dangerous time to not like a beard. I keep telling myself, "Give it another week, give it another week." I do like that it has four colors: brown, red, blond and silver.
I think you have to be really careful about beard-trimming. You can end up with one of those horrible sharp-edged, 1981-looking things things, you know what I mean? Like someone who ought to be wearing a baggy linen shirt with gigantic button-flaps over the breast pockets. Good beards are wonders of gradualism. |
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