(This post was last modified: 07-08-2017, 04:10 PM by KAV.)
"Decreasing wetshavers" Uh, you mean DECEASING? Men whose earthly possessions are subject to 'estate sales' that consist of the gravitas of folding tables in front of a garage found by crude signs taped to signal poles with cased Gillette fatboys ignobly displayed below the groin of a PEEWEE HERMANN doll? Thankyou for reminding many of us of our individual mortality. Just for that, I am going to live to be 100; use my last Polsilver and dab of MWF leaving a depleted bank account and a check to the funeral home that bounces. Brushes, Razor, Scotch and Opera will join me as goods for the afterlife and a nasty curse inscribed should any future peer in archaeology excavate my grave.