I wish he'd make up mind on those new creations. First it's "no, no, no," and then it's "yes, yes, yes." Actually, I just wish he'd send me the Brass TAR after the pass-around. I'd say its "mine, mine, mine!"
File this under: Things I'd prefer not to read while the razor(s) in question are currently headed towards me in a USPS truck.
This one would equate to a person telling his/her spouse "I love you very much, now get out of my house and don't come back".