Dudes. I never write twice on the same day ever anymore but I

Dudes. I never write twice on the same day ever anymore but I just saw the penultimate "you know you are a child of the '70's" item in the bathroom cabinet. Are you fucking ready for this? Okay, imagine yourself taking a bath when you were a kid, maybe a little Mr. Bubble thrown in the water for good measure, right? You have your Barbies swimming, or sinking like they usually did, or perhaps some blue Crazy Foam caked all over the place and then you see it, there it is. It's always there. Mom's pink Flicker razor. You remember, it was round and it had a textured wheel in the middle that when turned would reveal a new razor? The little window would show which number you were on? Girls, seriously, how many of you shaved your first hairs off of your body with a Flicker? I know I shaved my forearm hair in the sixth grade with my mom's Flicker. It got all clogged up and all of the blades were rusty, I turned the dial to find the one that was the least rusted. Of course you never told mom that you shaved. I just found an ancient Flicker razor in the cabinet still in it's original packaging. What in the hell? Shit, that thing HAS to be as old as my orange sled. Wow.