iChokePeople
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- Feb 11, 2011
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I will. It won't be pretty, I'm sure, as there's enough genetically to keep me from getting full-on lumberjack quality. But, what the hell. Gotta shave tomorrow for a funeral, and a clean-up on Sunday for my wife's birthday, but after Sunday, I'll put the razor away for a month (or more).
Anybody else in?
Also for the people new to ingo-ichokepeople has a couple great examples of quality posts in this thread.
Yeah, but he still hasn't got to 50 in order to use the classifieds.
Someday. As a step in that direction, I'd like to offer some advice to those who are reluctant to allow their beard to grow due to... social pressure at home. I mean this in a purely helpful way, brother to... well, I'd call you 'brother', but I'm not sure with that baby-smooth face that makes you look just like any other woman or child. Anyway, try this:
Just as a thought, just as an idea, you might try growing a beard, a spine, and maybe a couple of other carefully selected items generally associated with manhood. Then maybe the woman in your life would recognize you as the man you want to be, in your heart, and allow you make some decisions on your own besides whether to use warm water or hot when you do the laundry. Maybe, somewhere down the road, she'd even allow you to wear pants. Perhaps at some point you could even set her free from this unnatural role she's been forced to assume in the absence of a manly presence in the home and allow her to fulfill her genetic predisposition to return to the kitchen and make you, the man of the house, a sammich. Instead of deciding how YOU wear your facial hair and when to change the oil in the truck, she could make truly important decisions, like whether to serve your sammich with a nice hefe or deep, hearty schwarzbier.
Just trying to help.
Someday. As a step in that direction, I'd like to offer some advice to those who are reluctant to allow their beard to grow due to... social pressure at home. I mean this in a purely helpful way, brother to... well, I'd call you 'brother', but I'm not sure with that baby-smooth face that makes you look just like any other woman or child. Anyway, try this:
Just as a thought, just as an idea, you might try growing a beard, a spine, and maybe a couple of other carefully selected items generally associated with manhood. Then maybe the woman in your life would recognize you as the man you want to be, in your heart, and allow you make some decisions on your own besides whether to use warm water or hot when you do the laundry. Maybe, somewhere down the road, she'd even allow you to wear pants. Perhaps at some point you could even set her free from this unnatural role she's been forced to assume in the absence of a manly presence in the home and allow her to fulfill her genetic predisposition to return to the kitchen and make you, the man of the house, a sammich. Instead of deciding how YOU wear your facial hair and when to change the oil in the truck, she could make truly important decisions, like whether to serve your sammich with a nice hefe or deep, hearty schwarzbier.
Just trying to help.
Yes, sir, that right there is a QUALITY post! I'd rep you, but TPTB have decided I need to redistribute my rep elsewhere.
Oh, and for the record, I only shave like once a week anyway. If you meet me on a day that I've shaved, one of us better have a bible in our hands because I'm at church.
Someday. As a step in that direction, I'd like to offer some advice to those who are reluctant to allow their beard to grow due to... social pressure at home. I mean this in a purely helpful way, brother to... well, I'd call you 'brother', but I'm not sure with that baby-smooth face that makes you look just like any other woman or child. Anyway, try this:
Just as a thought, just as an idea, you might try growing a beard, a spine, and maybe a couple of other carefully selected items generally associated with manhood. Then maybe the woman in your life would recognize you as the man you want to be, in your heart, and allow you make some decisions on your own besides whether to use warm water or hot when you do the laundry. Maybe, somewhere down the road, she'd even allow you to wear pants. Perhaps at some point you could even set her free from this unnatural role she's been forced to assume in the absence of a manly presence in the home and allow her to fulfill her genetic predisposition to return to the kitchen and make you, the man of the house, a sammich. Instead of deciding how YOU wear your facial hair and when to change the oil in the truck, she could make truly important decisions, like whether to serve your sammich with a nice hefe or deep, hearty schwarzbier.
Just trying to help.
thanks for setting me straight. all this time, i thought being a husband to my wife and a father to my children made me a man. before reading this post, i would have thought that having to relearn how to walk after my spinal injury might have earned me a few points on the manly scale, especially since i quit physical therapy 6 weeks before i was scheduled to. i got my doctor to release me back to work, and didn't have the strength to do both. i still walk with a noticeable limp, but it did keep my wife from quitting college at the time. of course, i did shave regularly, so i guess that doesn't count.Someday. As a step in that direction, I'd like to offer some advice to those who are reluctant to allow their beard to grow due to... social pressure at home. I mean this in a purely helpful way, brother to... well, I'd call you 'brother', but I'm not sure with that baby-smooth face that makes you look just like any other woman or child. Anyway, try this:
Just as a thought, just as an idea, you might try growing a beard, a spine, and maybe a couple of other carefully selected items generally associated with manhood. Then maybe the woman in your life would recognize you as the man you want to be, in your heart, and allow you make some decisions on your own besides whether to use warm water or hot when you do the laundry. Maybe, somewhere down the road, she'd even allow you to wear pants. Perhaps at some point you could even set her free from this unnatural role she's been forced to assume in the absence of a manly presence in the home and allow her to fulfill her genetic predisposition to return to the kitchen and make you, the man of the house, a sammich. Instead of deciding how YOU wear your facial hair and when to change the oil in the truck, she could make truly important decisions, like whether to serve your sammich with a nice hefe or deep, hearty schwarzbier.
Just trying to help.
I currently have a job that requires me to be clean-shaven, but if I don't work for a week, I rock the goatee by about day 4, then shave it off.