Had a stash and beard for close to 15 years starting in my 20's, in my late 30's shaved it off. I have had various other facial styles, goatee, just a stash, mountain man, etc., but they haven't lasted longer than a few months.
Had a stash and beard for close to 15 years starting in my 20's, in my late 30's shaved it off. I have had various other facial styles, goatee, just a stash, mountain man, etc., but they haven't lasted longer than a few months.
15 days. just about halfway there.
Grew my 'stash, along with a goatee while working at a kids camp in the summer of 1965. Shaved off the beard, but not the mustache that fall. 'Stash has been with me continuously for approximately 46.57 years.
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I lasted all of Movember '10 but just looked like a creep so it was gone December 1st and hasn't been back since.
I lived in South Jersey at the time and one particular spring was going to enlist in the Army - a buddy of mine and I had decided to try it on for size with the idea of a potential 'career' time frame. I got 100% on every test and the formerly very gruff and rude Army Men seemed to really like me after that. They became very polite as we discussed my potential MOS. After a time all was finalized except for the swearing in which was to be a few weeks hence in Philadelphia PA.
I made the announcement to the civilians being left behind and all my friends then decided that a going-away party was clearly called for. The swearing in was to be on a Monday or a Tuesday so the Going Away Party was planned for the Saturday just before that.
I wasn't working at the time and so the started-early and then-standard Friday action got a little out of hand and ran somewhat later than was usual. So long in fact that it was eventually concluded that no actual break was required and it all continued on into Saturday day and then evening and then night. I suppose on the in-for-a-penny - in-for-a-pound grade of logic; Sunday was eventually brought into the official-party-time as well. The next thing I can really remember I was in North Carolina on my way to Houston. Once there I ended up getting a job building oil drilling derricks for Brown Oil Tool.
I didn't make it back home until Thanksgiving and, freshly arrived, was seated at my parent's table for that holiday dinner. At one point during the gathering my father was telling a story about an Army recruiter coming to the house at four or five in the morning. My father was a reasonably large and able man in those days and was not in the best mood or on his best behavior when the still-dark-out door banging aroused him to answer it.
"Nobody here by that name!" was his response to the recruiter's announcement of why he was there. "Now get the hell away from my door!"
The recruiter apparently disagreed and started to step into the house to "see for himself". My father chest-shoved him back outside and slammed the door. Whereupon the recruiter went back to banging on it. Through the door my father told him to stop it and leave. The recruiter apparently disagreed with that idea as well and at some point called my father a liar. So the door opened again and a now-much-larger man went outside (you have to really have known my father to have this picture clear enough <g>) and explained to the recruiter that he could apologize, shut-up, and then leave, or be made to look beat-to-senseless in front of that car full of recruits you have there. There is no third option - so which will it be?
I guess Discretion, Valor, and so forth - the recruiter chose a retrograde action for himself and my father went back to bed.
Engrossed in his telling of the story across the table from him, I eventually blurted out: "So who was he looking for? One of the neighbors?"
You! He was looking for You!
Me? Why would he be looking for me?
Because you signed up to go in the Army?
I did - OH! I had forgotten all about that! Wow; I wonder if I'm in any trouble now? How weird is that? I forgot all about going into the Army until just now.
And so a wonderful Army Career, no doubt filled with Glory, Honor, and High Rank was quashed before it could even take root. <g>
PHM
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41 years
About 26 years for the moustache. I once shaved it off in my student days, but kept on cutting myself in my upper lip whilst shaving (I know, poor technique), so from then on it's there. Never had a beard though.
"He who has lost freedom has nothing left to lose." -- Unknown.
I had a goatee for 15 years and am now clean shaven for the last 2 months. I'm thinking I might grow the goatee back.
Jay - LOSER, Cult of Arko, The CHOSEN, TOFLAC-U
Grew my moustache after freshman year in college, so about 1973. About a month before our wedding (1978), I shaved it off. My wife took one look and said "You can grow that back for the wedding, can't you?" I said, I guess I can, and didn't shave my lip the next morning.
About 1980/81 I grew a beard, which I've had ever since. The kids (21 and 25) don't know me any different.
It does simplify things, sometimes (get off at the sixth floor, turn right, and I'm the guy with the gray beard). And razor blades last a LOT longer.
32 and a bit years
Cha togar m' fhearg gun dìoladh
since i could grow one it been about 8 years im 24 i dont know if i will will ever shave it
TREAT YOURSELF DONT CHEAT YOURSELF
I think it was 25-26 days then we pulled back in from an underway and SWMBO was obeyed
"Don't wish it was easier and wish you were better"
"You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream."
23 years.![]()
Another 45 years here. I'm actually in the process of changing the style and growing it to one length and out to the sides rather than trimming the lip line. Now it's sort of a chevron style with handlebar tips rather than a true handlebar. Don't know if I'll be able to stand the walrus "soup strainer" or not....
Life is pretty much taking things and putting them somewhere else....
Never have, never will. Had a goatee, but never just a stache....
Aaron
For myself, about two weeks. My mustache turns into a bad 80s porn stache. I have a good friend who can only manage a bad teenage mustache at best, so a few of my friends and I started a pool going for him to keep the stache for 30 days. $600 was not enough for hom to do it. Still give him s#!t about not doing it a couple years later.
Cheers, Ryan
I'm almost 38 and have had mine for 23 years without a break.
God bless, Bubba
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