The Devil Wears Prada After Shave
Ah, the art of shaving. Something I’ve never been able to fully master.
Ah, the art of shaving. Something I’ve never been able to fully master.
You clean yourself off, join the rest of the overwrought, unpaid interns in the office, and douse your puffy, pillow face with your special brew. It consists of strong black coffee (to crack you out) mixed with merlot (Charles Shaw obvi) and topped off with slices of apples (to clean your teeth).