Yes, lately I've been thinking about all the people who, for one reason or another, do not shave. Consider the women of Europe, and in particular the women of Germany, who are said to enjoy strenuous hikes and marches in the warmer months, clad lightly, with their thick, hairy, muscular LAIGS on display, like a herd of Wildebeests, frightening motorists on the autobahn. Yes, LAIGS all furry and bristling with coarse fibers! Would not my shaving mug be a boon to them? To the people of that land? I think sometimes in this fearful and benighted age, that much good could be done by giving folks an uplift, an inspiring and edifying sight, and I wonder then whether it might be worthwhile to haul my shaving mug slowly about on a wagon hitched by a hempen rope behind my car, perhaps employing one of the vintage Red Raider Wagons that used to be so popular on game days here in Lubbock. Look on, and be of good cheer! I could carry my shaving mug in an oaken display case to towns like New Deal, Spur, Ropes, Lamesa, and the like, bringing them hope and joy and amazement! Better than the ice cream man, who will sometimes scare the shit out of people, with his blasting and distorted and weirdly out of tune undulating music. and the frightening prospect of encountering a giant snowman type of thing, but made of pink ice cream, and yet bristling with coarse black fibers of unknown origin.
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