How to pronounce “stubble” in English

He said, "My hands are getting tired." I said, "Oh, and turned toward him.He kissed me, his face rough with stubble.He smelled like yeast and the top notes of expensive cologne.

And of your own confidence.I mean, they couldn't quite do the stubble thing-- that wouldn't have done them much good, right?

Oh, really. I'm looking to replace Jonathan.All right. Good. We've got the stubble going.Yeah, I was going to say, you're, like, literally cloning Jonathan today.

Greg Sanders: Did you have to re-tool any of the previously published stuff, or what that pretty much-- Jennifer Egan: Very little in fact, because it wasn't just a matter of trying to workat him and see what he looked like. And he had a reddish stubble.

The following example comes from my novel, "The Showrunners." Let's say you get on to a train and walk to your seat.The ticket inspector stands next to a passenger, a young backpacker with a three-day stubbled beard.The young man is searching his pockets.

And I practiced this Google Talk in my bedroom one too many times.He turns to his right hand man, Clyde Funky Drummer Stubblefield and says, kick a little, Clemen-clyde.

And I practiced this Google Talk in my bedroom one too many times.This evening, class, Funky Drummer Stubblefield is doing me an honor of playing my outro, a sample of all my favorite Kanye West-- oop, sorry.

Other times, the people come out 'cause they hate the emperor, and they drag the emperor out and cut his nose off orcareers are in the army. And they have, like, the military stubble.

This time, the file launched and a man's gaunt face appeared, seemingly staring out at her.He had closely shorn gray hair, a mustache, and sunken cheeks covered by stubble.He started speaking in a deep, raspy voice.

To our left was a chain link fence, and behind that a line of tall shaggy spruces that bounded the grounds of a grade school.At the end of the season, the farmer let us know that they would soon be burning the stubble of one of the fields, which would lie fallow

I knew that from Batman.Today, he looked worn out, exposed, waiting for us in a leather chair, his remaining hair unkempt, gray stubble crowding his face.His knuckles were thick, swollen as an old man's, and he wore his exercise clothes, a gray tracksuit, coffee-stained.

Greg Sanders: Did you have to re-tool any of the previously published stuff, or what that pretty much-- Jennifer Egan: Very little in fact, because it wasn't just a matter of trying to workI saw this guy I thought, "That's him," the face, the voice, the stubble. I was done.