What can be nicer than that Sunday morning shave? You put on a little music...
Then happily lay out your black handle 1977 Super Speed and a new Astra on your bathroom sink counter. Perhaps later on, you'll fire up the Prius for a visit to the pottery barn or a farmers market?
Well, throw that garbage away and break out the Death Metal!!
Because every Sunday is Bloody Sunday!
Sunday is for your scary razors. Your dangerous ones. Whatever you've got most likely to draw blood! Weepers, nicks, and cuts! Instantaneous anemia.
Maybe it's an early model R41, before the Geneva sanctions. Or a Gillette Old Type. Or some dreadful thing with lots of gap and exposure and plenty of chatter from poor blade clamping.
Bloody Sunday is Nietzsche in the bathroom! You'll either tame and master that razor, or live the rest of life in fear!
Then happily lay out your black handle 1977 Super Speed and a new Astra on your bathroom sink counter. Perhaps later on, you'll fire up the Prius for a visit to the pottery barn or a farmers market?
Well, throw that garbage away and break out the Death Metal!!
Because every Sunday is Bloody Sunday!
Sunday is for your scary razors. Your dangerous ones. Whatever you've got most likely to draw blood! Weepers, nicks, and cuts! Instantaneous anemia.
Maybe it's an early model R41, before the Geneva sanctions. Or a Gillette Old Type. Or some dreadful thing with lots of gap and exposure and plenty of chatter from poor blade clamping.
Bloody Sunday is Nietzsche in the bathroom! You'll either tame and master that razor, or live the rest of life in fear!