Satan yells at me “I’ll make you choke on your own soul.” Lightning flashes. I stare him down and say “Man, I don’t even give a care.”

More Blades! More Blades!

It is time for me to end the speculation on the state of my shaving. As I noted in the past, I have moved onto a five-bladed razor. Here’s the total deal on that: it is awesome. While my three-blader apparently dulled after a handful of uses, this one is still going strong and it still shears through a patch of stubble in a single swipe. Blades, man. They’re the most useful things ever.

Having a kid? Here’s some name ideas:
Smubby.
Wafful.
Sharmly.
Uxtob.
Plance.
Guddifer.
Jeff.
Floigle.