Just Buy the Damn Five Blade Razor.🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Razors. I hadn’t bought any in ages because I buy in bulk. So, when I went to buy some a few weeks ago I bought the cheapest ones. I thought “Why the hell did I ever get the ones with five blades? I don’t need all that fancy stuff. I just need a blade to cut off my hair.”

That thought was the biggest mistake of my life.

Ok, not quite but I definitely will never make that mistake again.

So, I get home all proud of my purchase of economical blades and being smart with my money. I hadn’t had a razor touch my legs in two weeks and they were in need. I opened that new blade up, slapped it on my razor, and proudly waltzed into the shower feeling empowered by my smart purchase.

And then, I put that blade to my leg and all feeling of being proud died. They were quickly replaced with rage and pain. That mofo was ripping the hair out of my legs and cut me about 5 times.

Five times in one shave. That is more than I had in a whole year with my fancy ass five blade razors with soothing lotion coating around the edges.

And then, I get out of the shower and feel my newly shaved legs hoping at least to be able to be proud that they were shaved still.

That hope died too. They felt like it had been three days since a shave. Three days. I just shaved them five freaking minutes ago! How are they not smooth as a babies butt?! My fancy blades kept a good shave for like two day. These didn’t even ever get to the point of a good shave. They start off at a three day old shave!! What?!

Why had I bought these awful, evil razors??? Right, because I was 'smart'. I was being all savvy with my money.

Screw money savvy. Savvy is evil. Money savvy is not what I want to be with my purchase of blades that are cutting hair off my body ever again. I want to put down loads of money on good razors that will make life better.

It has been nearly three weeks since I last shaved because why the hell would I willingly put myself through that hell again when I could just rock unshaved legs and claim I’m sticking it to the man? That was probably a runon sentence and I don’t even care because my legs are so hairy I can’t think straight!