0k so my "razor" story takes place about 9 years ago. After my father passed my oldest brother, his wife and son went to finish cleaning out the house one fall day. Let me add this before I go on brothers wife is one of those people who never forget anything and tend to think she is better than everyone. Thay married after my mothers death and we had always told stories of how wholesome and wonderfull she was. Ok so we are in my parents bed room looking through thing to keep and things we had to let go. I came across my moms wedding dress in the box she keept it in, I had seen this box many times over the years and little did I know the secrets it held. I open the box and right there in the corner of the box that held the virginal white dress my mother had professed her love to my father in over 30 years before lay a "RAZOR"? O my God I thought I can not let my dear old sister in law see this!! What to do, what to do? Here she comes o no she is soooo going to make a big deal out of this. So knowing I could not let her see such a thing I very slyly sliped the "razor" in to my jacket sleeve. I tried to talk them in to leaving right away but they had driven an hour to get there and wanted to continue going through every thing. I had driven with them and had no choice but to keep the "razor" hidden in my jacket sleeve, and the whole time I am thinking my good Catholic parent own a "razor" I was shell shocked. On the way back to my place my dear old sister in law suggest to go have lunch, you know some where nice so we can sit down relax ( YA RIGHT I MY PARENTS "RAZOR" IN MY SLEeVE) I talked them out of stopping and just to drop me off at home. Pleas Meg I am still tamautized, I need the "razor" to help me shave away the thought of my wonderful, (Wholesome?) parent and there "razor"

After I stopped literally spitting with hysterical laughter at Meg's commentary,I began to fully appreciate the brilliance here: no more "Homemedics" neck massagers purchased at Walmart while gently rubbing your neck while in line to subconsciously prove you really DO need one, no more relentless and loud buzzing in one's checked-thru luggage because the damn thing got smacked too hard and is on it's deathbed writhing about and refuses to shut back off (true story) and because it's just SO nice to have a bit of pink and white honestyin a sleek little package.I actually know some confused women who truly believe that the "Neutrogena Microderm/ Wave" hand-held, battery powered, face-cleansing machines are intended for that use and not just a sassy lil'lover in disguise marketed to the masses in a sterile bubble pack of love,LOL! Let's face it:time is of the essence for all of us and if I can get my legs shaved and release a bit tension in one smooth stroke simply by changing out the topcap, it's a "must have" in my personal arsenol! Might be fun to try and practice this movement to music until you get it down to an art form then post on YouTube so others can comment on your technique? :)Things are tough economically and the fact that's it's dual-nature allows for more "virtual bang" for the buck makes it REALLY appealing to me besides the fact that I'd enjoy secretly tormenting my husband by having it perma-charging next to his oh so macho and unable to do a damn thing more than shave his stubble Braun,LOLROF!This review has made the start of my week worth the price of a "Twinge" girl!!

I was reading megs post today and must confess. I thought meg was actually raving about a razor until the "rabbit" reference. As bad as that sounds, I wouldn't have gotten the "rabbit" reference if it weren't for my love and obsession for Sex and the City, followed by the all important explanation from my best friend of what the "rabbit" was. I swear, if it weren't for my best friend's expertise in all areas orgasmic, I would know even less about sex (and cities) than I do now. So of course, I had to share megs post with her. Once my first thought (how cute, I like pink!) faded, I realized I had no idea how to use this stealth tool to rock my world. My friend then tried to educate me as much as she could stand for I'm married to her brother after all. The result: A dildo is NOT a vibrator. So, my embassing vibrator story is that I don't own one. Thought I did until today, but have since learned otherwise.

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Well...my "razor" story happened several years ago when my best friend's two children (ages 7 and 10 ) were over for Thanksgiving dinner. I usually cook for my friends and all my family including my grandmother, aunts, uncles and mother-in-law. While the adults were still gathered at the tables, the kids were playing. All of the sudden the seven year old comes into the dining room carrying my razor and asking me "What is this? Jordan (the ten yr. old) says it's to mix milkshakes with! Can you make us some milkshakes?". I could have DIED! Everyone in the room laughed and I turned CRIMSON RED! I am still mercilessly kidded about this!!!

Where do you want me to begin, with the story of why I don't use a mans electric razor any more, when the razor guard wore off and a small piece of skin was lanced off (might I add I was shaving under my arms at the time) OUCH! let me tell you, NO PIECE IS TOO SMALL IN THIS REGION!, or how about trying the latest waxing techniques that they make look easy, NOT SO MUCH, lets just say the lady in the beauty supply shop said that waxing with strip-less wax (meaning you don't have to use any strips, the wax just hardens and you pull it off)she promised it was the easiest and less painful way, I beg to differ at least my bits do! Next thing you know I am putt a call through to my BFF at work one I'm sure she'll never forget it went something like this "Tray, any chance you know how to remove harden wax off delicate skin, once it's hardened and not pulling off like the box and lady said it would. (Might I also add that this was my attempt of a Brazilian ) DOUBLE OUCH!!! I am waiting for my solid advice that always comes from my best friend of wisdom, but the wheezing I only heard from the other side confirmed I was on my own, after she could finally take a breath and stop laughing all she could say is " Your F###*** Kidding Right?as if this is a question, unfortunately not, in between all of the laughter from both sides she established I would have to try to melt it off, this option did not sound too good either. I guess it would have been good to have only applied it to one side at time, but as I sit with hardened plastic on both sides of my tenders laughing in pain as the plastic is now pulling tight as it has fully dried and has become part of me as a second skin, I finally started trying to melt away my turquoise green/blue molding off of me. One hour later some hair removed and a few pieced of skin too, I was freed!!!! Red swollen and bloodied I will never try home waxing again! If I could remember properly my Husband too got a good laugh out if it as he said I was not walking right that night, I asked him if he would like to try it out and see if he could walk normal after, he just chuckled and kept his opinion of my swagger to himself. But really I have not had the greatest experiences with shaving and I have really curly hair, which means I have to have a really good razor so when my pitifully weak curls start to grow back in, if your razor is not a good one the hairs will actually grow under your skin as they are too weak to break through.(and I don't mean just a few, try a few hundred)But if you have a good razor you get no or not many bumps, how nice would that be, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE MEG PICK ME! Give me a new lease on a shaving life, and something to mock my Husband with he thinks, his Gillette Mach 3 Titanium 400 X what ever he calls it defies the laws of gravity and should hold a premium space of real estate on our bathroom counter and I should never touch, but only dust. My ass! Give me a Hottie Tinge to put right in front of his silver monstrosity, and see who really owns the bathroom, guys your just here on borrowed time! Please Make my year Meg.Your avid follower Mikki

I have spit just about everything drinkable onto my keyboard reading these...OMG!!! You couldn't get ANY comedian out there to pay someone to write funnier material...HAHAHA! Jeana...please consider standup? You totally slay me on a regular basis!I love every single story and y'all are messed up,totally fabulous,and funny as chit!!!Literally,this is THE best review subject EVER!!!HUGS!!!

(This is my brother's story - but it's funny)I won't bore you with my life details. Just tell you that I'm 29, college educated, wife of 8 years, 2 kids.We decided to have a Vasectomy. I'm on board and so is the wife. She's a stay at home mom but even so 2 kids keep us busy and we're happy with this size of a family.So I go in for the consultation and everything is going well. He informs me that I should shave myself instead of having it done by them. I agree.Wondering how in the world I'm going to shave myself without giving myself a vasectomy I just push it out of my mind. Fast forward a week and it's now the night before the procedure. Sometime around Midnight I use the restroom and realize I HAVEN'T SHAVEN! So I run to the local grocery store to buy a razor (my wife uses an epilady OUCH OUCH!) to shave with when I see this bottle of Nair Bikini Hair remover.I think to myself "EUREKA!" I get a razor, the nair and head home. Now I read the bottle of Nair and it says not to use it on your genitalia but I decide to test it out. Just a tiny bit on the side of the sack and whalla! Hair is gone in about 5 mins. So I slather it on thinking I found the easy way out.After about 5 to 8 minutes I start to wipe the nair away and away comes the hair. Everything goes smoothly (pun not intended) but then I turn on the shower.OHHH MYYYY GODDDDDIn my life I have had a nose broken to the point cartlidge came out. A broken leg, arm. Since I've even had my vasectomy. None of that pain compares to what I felt when that water hit my genitals. I nearly fainted right on the spot.Knowing I had to rinse the stuff off I did everything as quick as I could and then went and laid on the bed. I had no idea what I just did to myself. Panic stricken I called the 800 number on the bottle and told them what happened.. While I expected laughter they actually were quite nice and professional about it. They suggested I wash it off with soap several times to make sure it's not doing further damage.Pain like no other!So after washing up I'm back laying on the bed trying to decide what to do. My wife wants to inform the doctor but I'm telling her "no" because I know he'll have nothing to do with me if he finds out what I've done. I'm thinking, "hell I'm already going to be in a ton of pain from the surgery lets just get this over with".At this point I notice the nair didn't completely do it's job. There's still some hair down there so I ask the wife to grab the razor and finish it up. She CUTS me. Yes, She cuts me. Exactly what I didn't want to have happen in the first place, exactly the reason I decided on the nair.. She cut me. Pretty nasty too, almost the entire length of the razor. So I'm trying to get the blood to stop and decide to use one of the shaving sticks to stop it.Once again, PAIN.So it's time for my appointment. We get into the car.. I can barely sit at this point. Once we're at the office the Doctor thinks I don't want to go through with it because I'm white as a ghost. I assure him that I want to.I go to remove my pants, underwear... but you know how a rug burn kinds of oozes some.. yeah. And it stuck to my underwear. So removing my underwear hurt almost as bad as the original washing.At this point the doctor gets a glance at my goods and exclaims, "HOLY S***, what did you do!?"I proceed to tell him the nair story but before I get to the razor part he again exclaims, "Then how did you cut yourself!"I proceed to tell him about my wife's attempt at shaving me.He tells me to pack up and head home. He had no interest in getting involved in that. I don't blame him. 4 weeks later I returned after shaving myself with a razor, without any incident.So the lesson to be learned.. No Nair.. Never.. Ever.. Ever..

Disposables again will do me, simple.

this is cute - the holder that is. 

This is good and love the article.

This was not a review post but it is definitely one of my favorites now. My first "razor" was given to me during Freshmen year of high school. It was xmas time so we decided to exchange gifts in the parking lot before heading off some where for lunch. I had gotten my friend a big box of flavored condoms. Everyone had a decent laugh. I opened my box and the HUGEST, bright purple colored wiggler emerged from mine! EVERYONE in the lot could see this fluorescent bad boy. People would always pass by me as ask how my purple boyfriend was doing after that. Good times! :D 

i wish i had this