I'm sorry I'm so late getting into this thread. I was re-watching my DVD of Kanye and Kim's wedding (so many happy tears that day! You could just hear the angels singing, amiright?) while shaving my...well...special parts. I don't know if it's just me getting extra hairy, or if the dust bunnies and all the dog fur from the front stairs just makes it seem that way, but it's a good thing Santa rode in on that Norelco last Christmas because it just takes longer and longer to keep everything ship-shape lately!
I suppose now that I'm older the vaginal dryness may be interfering with the blades? Whatever it was, once the fire started, all I could think was that I am so grateful that Flo from Progressive and I are on a first name basis, because I was able to get the ambulance boys in and done way faster than that Geico Gecko would have done.
Even with Flo's help, I was late, and my "women who lunch" had already started without me down at the Wal-Mart. Can you believe the nerve of some people?
It was OK, though, because just as I pulled in, I parked my Prius right next to (you'll never guess) Lady GaGa! Right away, I ran straight up to her and snapped a few ah-mazing selfies on my iPhone 5 and uploaded them directly to Facebook. You should go check and "like" them, if you don't I'll know you're just jealous. Oh yeah.
Anyway, what are we talking about? Crap? Really? I'll have to think about that and get back to you later...