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first gray hair

34. found it 2 min ago. in my beard. hm . . . here we go


It could be worse, you could be going bald like me :(
William Keckler said…
i found mine at 19. talk about a mindfuck. i actually still have it somewhere.
Kornelia said…
That's for luck!! :))
Don't be stressed :)
postpran said…
thanks :-) Yes it happens. I like and need luck, always! And Andrew you look good with less hair man!!! I have to keep shaving mine to not worry the fuss!
jwg said…
Must have been more silver. Do you have a picture of it?
postpran said…
i plucked it out but it will be back no doubt

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