We are in a fight.
I can NOT believe you thought these were my legs.
I don't know whether to be offended that you thought my legs were really this hairy and manish, or pleased that I am clearly so clever and sneaky.
p.s. For realsies, it worked OK. Stick with your trusty rusty razor.
p.p.s. I'm giving you the silent treatment.
p.p.p.s. Until Monday.