we all know i have a affinity for GD razors... i have owned numerous and never gotten a dud or had a problem untill yesterday...
i could tell there was a problem when the mailman was delivering the package because he had a pained look on his face.... like he was carrying a heavy burden.. the weight of the world on his back... very strange expression on his face....
anyway... he handed me the package and oddly enough wanted it back... it reminded me of this scene from lord of the rings...
i took the box from him and pushed him from the door....
i took the razor out the box and decided to hone it up.... it took a wicked edge but i had a strange feeling like i couldn't put it down....
anyway...
i had to go somewhere last night and so i left..... my buddy clyde somehow reached the closet shelf where i store my blades and i guess decided he wanted to learn to straight shave... but sheila told him no....
clyde had been on a alcohol/drug bing and her trying to take the razor away was just too much for him... he was overcome with rage and as i walked in i was greeted with this horrible scene...
i had to put clyde down....
i destroyed the razor because the chinese steel was obviously some type of evil voodoo talisman....
clyde is at rest now....
*(this is a joke... please don't flip out about stuffed animal violence..... no aeropostale bears nor stuffed hippos were injured in the making of this thread...)
i could tell there was a problem when the mailman was delivering the package because he had a pained look on his face.... like he was carrying a heavy burden.. the weight of the world on his back... very strange expression on his face....
anyway... he handed me the package and oddly enough wanted it back... it reminded me of this scene from lord of the rings...
i took the box from him and pushed him from the door....
i took the razor out the box and decided to hone it up.... it took a wicked edge but i had a strange feeling like i couldn't put it down....
anyway...
i had to go somewhere last night and so i left..... my buddy clyde somehow reached the closet shelf where i store my blades and i guess decided he wanted to learn to straight shave... but sheila told him no....
clyde had been on a alcohol/drug bing and her trying to take the razor away was just too much for him... he was overcome with rage and as i walked in i was greeted with this horrible scene...
i had to put clyde down....
i destroyed the razor because the chinese steel was obviously some type of evil voodoo talisman....
clyde is at rest now....
*(this is a joke... please don't flip out about stuffed animal violence..... no aeropostale bears nor stuffed hippos were injured in the making of this thread...)
