I was at the store the other night, bitching about the price of razor blades. I mean I hate shaving anyway and having to pay exorbitant amounts of money for the privilege just rubs sand into that particular crotch abrasion. While I bitched about it, Biffy told me to shut up. Had I checked out the prices of tampons lately? No, I had not.
I started thinking about ways to avoid spending money on razor blades, aside from stealing them and not shaving. The good kitchen knives seemed really manly and the lids of opened tin cans seemed ghetto and slightly tetanus worthy.
I'm also working on that tampon thing with #2 pencils and pop up sponges.
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