Stubble.
Bleeding.
Stubbleeding.
The worst of both worlds in shaving.
You didn't get the job done, and the part that you DID get done, you did poorly.
Shame.
A mess.
Shamess.
Of course, if you lose enough blood, you could die and then don't have to worry about your stubbly face.
Unless you have enough stubble to soak up the blood and reabsorb it.
Then you live to fret another day.
Tomorrow.
Worry.
Tomorroworry.
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