Marty: Thank you for the compliment sir! You're so right about being ingrained with big beard=big stache, that I too was terrified for the longest about touching anything. It has already made a difference for the better in my life. Tonight was the first time in a long while that I was able to eat a sandwhich without eating hair. I'm able to take a drink, without a straw, and not have to immediately wipe my mustache. I'm able to kiss my wife without her eating hair. The fact that I'm able to make it look untrimmed was a very pleasant surprise! Nobody I've seen have even noticed I've trimmed it or done anything. This was my plan and I'm very happy it worked. Now to those who "press on" with the big stache my hats off to you guys. You deserve praise and admiration...I've lived it and understand the struggles, if only for a short time! Let me know how it goes for you if you decide to trim! 

Truman: You sir have made my day. Super villain in a tuxedo. "Looks good, but will kick your ass." That is the best thing I've read in a while and I'm going to be putting this in imaginary's compliment thread! You rock brother!

 

In 1567, Hans Steininger, the burgomaster of Braunau (then Bavaria, now Austria), died when he broke his neck by tripping over his own beard. The beard, which was 4.5 feet (1.4 m) long at the time, was usually kept rolled up in a leather pouch. --source (Beard Responsibly, my friends)