He’d finally had enough of shaving and he was convinced if he got a close enough shave he wouldn’t have to worry about it for a whole week. Over and over again the five bladed razor scraped along his skin; the deranged man never noticed he had reached bone as his whole torso was covered in blood and shredded pieces of his face.
Tag: shaving
Death Penalty for Sideburns
It was a big day, and he wanted to look his clean-shaven best. But now his sideburns were deceased, having been executed by overzealous experimentation and a hungry Mach3 razor.
My Husband’s Reflection
My husband finished shaving in front of the bathroom mirror, rinsed his face and dried off. As he reached for the light switch by the door across the room, I could see his reflection pressed against the glass, leering…