The beard adds years to his life. He spends nearly two decades waiting for the “masculine maturity”. After some time, one day, he wakes up and there they are, the grungy rough edges of stubs. Day by day they grow, oh how he is so proud. They shape his jawbone, creating a deeper handsome character about his appearance. From that moment on, he was no longer a boy, but a dashing image of deception.
I just remembered this silly trend from a few years back!