This is not a story of sentimentality. Rather, it is the story of stupidity. When I was a teenager & would go to my dads for the weekend I never took a razor with me, but just grabbed one of dads disposable razors. It worked just fine. Today I noticed that Nates been using the same razors dad did..some how I hadnt paid attention. My razor has seen better days & I really need refills. So I figured Id nick a razor...ya know, for old times sake. And nick I did. My left leg, the only thing I shaved before switching back to my overworked Venus, feels as if I could roast marshmallows on it..that is in addition to the cut that was bad enough that I had to stop and clean the skin out of the razor. For some unknown reason I didnt stop there, nope, had to be consistant, right? Yeah..:/ Last time I steal a razor...ever.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 00:47:04 +0000
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