Oh marvelous Speick.
How lovely thy lather, a cacophony of luxury upon my stubbled cheeks.
Wafts of spice and scent of dancing fairies.
Why oh why doth your maker not nestle you in a tub or a bowl?
Oh the humanity.
How lovely thy lather, a cacophony of luxury upon my stubbled cheeks.
Wafts of spice and scent of dancing fairies.
Why oh why doth your maker not nestle you in a tub or a bowl?
Oh the humanity.