Beards pointing upwards!

It's the beards.

Beards don't suit me.

More guys with huge beards right?

The lodgers rose up collectively and murmured something in their beards.

The louse infested beards, the filthy, protruding ears, those stained, fatty clothes...

I heard that Isezaki city decided to ban beards for male city employees starting June 19. It's the complete opposite of the Taliban laws imposing the wearing of beards.

Well, I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm talking about the beards. (Laughter)

Stick to your usual type, Women with little wispy beards who wear three overcoats and carry little bags full of string.

They demanded explanations from his father, raised their arms to make their points, tugged agitatedly at their beards, and moved back towards their room quite slowly.

Even though the king of beards was fucking shit up back in the day, the media still finds time to condemn a group that does pretty much the same fucking thing.

Enveloped in their shaggy watch coats, and with their heads muffled in woollen comforters, all bedarned and ragged, and their beards stiff with icicles, they seemed an eruption of bears from Labrador.

They were nearly all whalemen chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooneers, and ship keepers a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey jackets for morning gowns.

These solemn gentlemen all three had full beards, as Gregor once found out through a crack in the door were meticulously intent on tidiness, not only in their own room but, since they had now rented a room here, in the entire household, and particularly in the kitchen.

And that led to all kinds of things, from being in curricula in universities and schools to one of my favorite pictures I have from South Asia, it was a couple of men with long beards and a lot of girls wearing the hijab it looked like a school.