I'm not sure this is the proper forum to air this out, but I hope you won't raise a stink about it. I discovered a Brownie Gas Shaver, in original packaging, while going through my wife's grandmother's estate. I gather from some of my wife's airy assessments of my character that she feels it would suit me fine. It dates from the 50's, billed as the World's Most Unique Razor; a cheeky claim, but those were some smart fellers. I couldn't wait to break the news of my find. Rather than be long-winded, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
Of course, a lady wouldn't understand. Nor would a true gentleman, I suppose. But plug that nozzle in and you'll get it in the end.
Dusan, that's exactly what's in the little box. I suppose they're good for your heart. Munky, I've yet to open a window and fire it up, but it's bound to make your hair stand on end.
It's my understanding that ladies don't have that, urm, fuel source ... ever. They just reach their late 60s and spontaneously explode for some reason. <shrug>
I'm going to say that your supposed to hold a lighter near the razor head and it singes the hairs off like a blow torch.
Now THAT is a good gag gift. Very funny, and very clever. Before I got to the end I was thinking, I wonder if the extra fuel is beans, from the look of the nozzle.
Once. Then you'll wonder why everyone within a country mile of you starts sprinting in the other direction after catching a whiff of your unique blended cologne of burnt hair and tailpipe