The slick of soap, To cover the stubble, The stress of the day, Released by the bubbles, Relax and de-stress, Cut throat about pressed, The end of my troubles, Recharged for tomorrow... Eastwood, Martin, Douglas, Wayne, I see a western Cut-throat theme, With, across and against the grain, I see a perfect shave routine, Razor, brush, soap and cream, Thing that keep my face prestine Hone, strop, paper and paste, Ensures the cut throat ain't replaced
Here lies the body of Peter Lee. Died at the of age of a hundred and three. For 33 years he had tri-blade stupidity; switched to DE like the people in the ShaveDen vicinity I stole this and adapted from Jaws : Here lies the body of Mary Lee. Died at the of age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity
Shave Den is the place to be, Total dedication it's clear to see, Razors discussed, shown and scored, A place to look at what we horde, I like to look and see what's new, Guess you all do because I do too, Have to admit I have a habit, To the forums I'm an addict. Razors, soap, anythings discussed, A lot of topics we're not fussed, Zoom along the topics and you'll see, Open discussions for you and me, Remember to like whatever you see. Hopefully you will all see what I have done there... If not, take the first letter of each line
Right. I need to stop doing this or else I'm going to need to be sectioned for too much dedication to shaving
Neck cut, Cheek cut, Chin cut, Ear cut, Nose cut, Lip cut, Finger cut, Hand cut, Arm cut. These are all the cuts I had to go through before no cuts with my straight razor...
There's a learning curve for sure. It can be discouraging to see a piece of your earlobe laying in the sink... I'm glad it's going well for you now.
Baby smooth face Smellin' so fine Using shave tools Costing $1999 Went to the den Razors all gone Bride had a yard sale No more Don Juan Up early for work Too groggy to shave Still grabbed my cut throat Had a red tidal wave 65 creams 42 soaps Still buying more Guess there's no hope Smell like a man Not like a girl Oh, what to use? Give Clubman a whirl! Looked out back Saw a skunk runnin' round Dispatched the little varmint And still got drowned Rough Saturday night Now the Bride says no smooch I mistook the Veg For a bottle of hooch PIF time is here "I'm in! Yes, I'm in!" Won 100 Derby's Notify my next of kin
There was a fine fella from Devon Who recently found shaving heaven. He was hooked from the start Of this wonderful art And never grew hair on his chin'again.
With the distinctive sound, Of a hollow ground, The shine of the blade of steel, With the light so low, As the barber struck full flow, Hear the signing blade so noticeably clear, The look upon the face, With the unsuspecting pace, A knife to the neck in full swing With the cut and the scrape, Blood sprayed all over the place An agreement of treachery was sealed Another victim has gone, Another deed is done, By the butcher of St. Paul's, London
I'm in North Devon. Near Barnstaple. I'm a fraud Devonian though, I'm a Londoner really. Torquay was basil faulty wasn't it. ?
Haha. Superb. Well I'll look after the horrible green rolling hills and views that go unbroken for as far as the eyes can see, and you look after the beautiful concrete tower blocs and high rise horizons.
