My “Venus” razor falls out of my suitcase. Bryan retrieves it from the back seat and holds it like a switchblade.
Him: I’m gonna cut ya!
Me: The pink razor is not as threatening as you might suppose.
Him: Boy, boy, crazy boy, stay smooooth boy!
Me: Got a razor in my pocket…
Him: … you’re silky smoooooth boy!
Me: Lather up! I’ll make you look like a schoolboy!
Him: Just keep it smooth boy…
Both: …reeeeeal smoooooth.
Mighty Girl 