Same as Griffster (plus a few years).
My beard comes out the same colour as my eyebrows, and consequently is near invisible. It does mean I only have to shave every few days but alas I shall never number myself amongst the bearded. Except down there.
My beard has grey streaks just like the hair on my head. But my beard has retained more of the hint-of-red than my hair has.
Hair on the top of your head? what is this wizardry?
(balding since I was 17)
My beard has gone fully grey on my chin. It looks like I’ve drank a rather messy cup of milk.
I once spent 4 weeks growing a beard for the fun of it. At the end of 4 weeks, I had to tell everyone what I’d been doing so they would notice and comment.
Though it is nice to not have to shave every day.
For me, growing a beard in the first place was definitely a matter of laziness. If I had to groom it every day I’d feel I was missing the point.
The most I managed was one Movember, I grew a semi-decent moustache. I wanted a handlebar, but the sides by the corners of my lips decided not to cooperate.
So I’d rather stay on the Elvish side of facial hair… And it is nice to shave on Mondays and Thursdays…
My moustache and goatee area fill in pretty well, but my cheeks just get splotches of hair, nothing that can really be called a beard. One time for a skit, I tried to grow out a small beard to play a Ep II-III style Obi-Wan Kenobi, but it didn’t happen so I just played more of an Ep I style instead.
So maybe I’m a half-elf? Everyone does say I look young for my age.
Same here, nobody tends to believe my age… and one of my ears is a bit pointy, but I can blame that on rugby in my Uni years…
I feel your pain.
Nah, pain is when you have travelled late on a Friday to be there in the morning for your sprog and, unreasonably early on that disgustingly bright and cheerful late spring morning, said sprog gives up trying to prise your puffy eyelids open and turns their attention to the lower reaches of the face. ‘OOOOOH, Mummy’s got MOUSTACHE!’, in that carrying treble.
And now I have a cat who kneads my chin and investigates which parts of my face wobble when pushed but feels no need to pass comment.
‘CATS. CATS ARE NICE.’
One of the shaver manufacturers once ran a TV ad that went something along the lines of:
“Don’t you hate it when you shave in the morning, get home from work, and then have to shave again in the evening? Well now…”
And then I never knew what came afterwards, because I was always in fits of laughter by that point.
I was at uni with a guy who was hairier than Robin Williams. He basically picked an arbitrary point between his throat and chest and started shaving from there. Permanent five o’clock shadow, although by five he could pretty much comb it.
“Sea lions are big, fast and seemingly indestructible.”
“Yes, they are servants of a demon, but on the other hand they seem quite nice.”
Funny enough, my older brother is like that, if he shaves in the morning, he has definitely a shadow in the late afternoon…
I was the lucky one? In all fairness, for some reason he never has grown a beard.
it’s like a death metal band that Pikachu had to take over because he accidentally shocked the singer
yup
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