Blades Up, Blades Down

Face the mirror. Dude, you're face is dirty. Clean it up!
Pouring the shaving cream on the face is simple but what comes next... is still simple. Just annoying... Way too annoying. But still, gives you some time to think. "Think about what?" you ask, "Whatever you like" I answer. How's school going, how long are you staying without a girlfriend, how long are you gonna keep just having fun and not dealing with your duties... Damn, dude, you're fucked up.

Blades up, blades down, clean'em.

Geez, it's taking so long. Dude, buy yourself a damn eletric razor. Seriously!
Same shit all over. Once a week, don't wanna even imagine how it's gonna be when I reach the point of doing it everyday... Damn dude, you're only half way done? Speed it up!

Blades up, blades down, clean'em.

Watch out. Dude, you'll end up cutting off another spine. C'mon!
Oh crap, there goes another spine... Dude, I told ya.

Blades up, blades down, wipe the blood, clean'em.

Hey, what's that in the mirror? Is it what I'm thinking!? REALLY?!
Finally, it's over. I'm done. Err? What's that?


On the mirror, the image of a brunette wrapped on a towel steps near the door.
"Do you need some help with that, dear?" She says.
"Actually, I need help with something else..."

The towel goes down... So goes his underwear.