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Protest Against Unclean Stubble #7

PAUS has been spreading like season fever. Bloggers are coming out with their opinions. So I thought why not go out, and interview some other group of people.

Group 1: The honorable ladies in the park with an average age of 62


When I asked them how do they feel about their husband’s stubble? All of them blushed and accepted that they love their spouse no matter, they shave or not. That was sweet, but not what I was looking for. So later I asked them separately and they confessed that the men look better when they are without their unsavoury stubble.  

Group 2: The gorgeous ladies with an average age of 38



So I popped up the same question. Even though one of them said she likes her husband in stubble. Rests came up with pretty personal reasons of disliking unclean stubble. Few of them complained it hurts; other thinks it gives a dismay look. Quite honest.

Group 3: The charming college girls



Then I went to my old hostel and asked a bunch of college girls. They responded that their boyfriends look much fairer when they are properly shaved. Guys pretty good reason to shave, huh?

Group 4: Kids playing in the park



First they giggled and then started pouring their heart one by one. Most of them like pulling and playing with their dad’s stubble but accepted that they look smart without it. Aren't they sweet?

Conclusions: 

1)Even your grand mom don’t like it guys. 

2)If your wife seems unhappy, then your stubble could be the reason. 

3)Wants to get more appreciated by your girlfriend, go and shave. 

4)For your kids don’t be another teddy bear. They already got many. Be a smart dad.

5)Personally I hate that unclean stubble too.

Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.
I'm acknowledging the tag from Umamaheswari Anandane.
I would like to tag Sulaiman , and  Kalpana Solsi .

Comments

  1. All the three groups of people had said it right. I fall in group 2 :P
    Thanks for accepting my tag :)
    Keep in touch !

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  2. that's a nice post , I have tagged you here,

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  3. Ha ha.. Liked your survey.. I am coming up with one of this kind. I have tagged you here

    Someone is Special

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