Ok, you have the sweater fabric gave you your secret lover that it is very good and slept with him to stay impregnated with your perfume (let's face it, I gave your mom), and long after you remove the smell of your girlfriend (imaginary) you realize that it no longer looks the same. That is, everything is filled with so much put it down because of fiebrudo fibers began to fray and it looks like you put a piece of old carpet. The first few times you cling to the idea that is not so bad, until someone asks you where is the next meeting of swingers disguised as toys.
is when you face the harsh reality that the sweater has done his duty in life and it's time to let it worm-eaten in the closet (and you put mothballs and all). For
not have to be so, the less in most cases, buying a razor
anyone (there will be no difference between a grossly Mach3 and Prestobarba) and using it with great care (it will cost, no wonder every
short time to face per animal when you shave) you are "shaving" the sweater. Then you pass one of those lint brushes sold there (a clean, wet hair also does work) and set the chicken, you have another new sweater (well, almost).
That if the mountain animal, remove the bar that they have some modern razors, filled with cream of aloe "(cock, gay that that word, that thing is aloe and point) because I think your sweater has delicagada face that You do have and which makes you red in the face every time you shave, and the cream will leave the poor empegostado sweater that does not have the guilt of having fallen into the hands of a runt like you.
I said, not fuck.
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