Am I the only guy who enjoys the ritual of it? Something about standing in front of the mirror sans shirt dragging blades across my head is a recall to the past, when men were warriors slaying beasts with spears.
Am I the only guy who enjoys the ritual of it? Something about standing in front of the mirror sans shirt dragging blades across my head is a recall to the past, when men were warriors slaying beasts with spears. It makes me want to put on some freakin' cool war paint and pretend I'm William Wallace.In case you couldn't tell, I can get a little insanesometimes, but it's all in fun.