Back when the terrible thunder lizards still roamed the earth, after a hard day of hunting mammoth and when people didn't buy things just to throw them away, when I was a young man, this was the weapon of choice for shaving.
My wife has apparently been doing some concrete work with my disposable (which I have been nursing well beyond the "comfort strip" because, let's face it, those things are outrageously expensive) and I remembered that we still had her Dads in a drawer. There it was loaded with a fresh blade.
Not one nick boys. I still got it.
